Shakespeare's Tragedy of CoriolanusHarper & Bros., 1891 - 279 Seiten |
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1st folio Antiates Antium Aufidius banishment battle blood Brutus Caius Marcius Capell carbonado Censorinus Citizen Clarke Coll Cominius command common conjectures consul contempt Coriolanus Corioli Cotgrave Cymb Delius Edile edition ellipsis enemies Enter envy Exeunt fear flatter folios read follow friends gates give gods Hanmer hate hath hear heart honour J. A. SYMONDS Johnson ladies Lear lord Macb malice Malone means Menenius Messenger mother nature never nobility noble noun passage Patricians peace play plebeians Plutarch Pope pray pride proud revenge Rich Roman Rome SCENE Schmidt Senate sense Servingman Shakespeare Shakspere Sicinius soldier speak speech stand Steevens quotes sword Tarpeian rock tell Temp thee Theo thing TITUS LARTIUS tongue tribunes trumpets unto Valeria valiant verb Virgilia voices Volsces Volscian Volumnia Warb wars wife word worthy
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Seite 151 - What is that curt'sy worth ? or those doves' eyes, Which can make gods forsworn ? — I melt, and am not Of stronger earth than others. — My mother bows ; As if Olympus to a molehill should In supplication nod : and my young boy Hath an aspe'ct of intercession, which Great nature cries,
Seite 40 - I'll never Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand, As if a man were author of himself And knew no other kin.
Seite 156 - O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But, for your son — believe it, O, believe it — Most dangerously you have with him prevailed, If not most mortal to him.
Seite 248 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew"d, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-kneed and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : Judge when you hear.
Seite 119 - You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair! Have the power still To banish your defenders; till, at length, Your ignorance, (which finds not, till it feels,) Making...
Seite 41 - Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy ! False hound ! If you have writ your annals true, 't is there, That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it.— Boy ! Auf.
Seite 253 - I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises ; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Seite 50 - What would you have, you curs, That like nor peace nor war ? the one affrights you, The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you, Where he should find you lions, finds you hares ; Where foxes, geese : you are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, Or hailstone in the sun.
Seite 132 - I lov'd the maid I married: never man Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing, more dances my rapt heart, Than when I first my wedded mistress saw 186 Bestride my threshold.
Seite 216 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...