The plays (poems) of Shakespeare, ed. by H. Staunton, the illustr. by J. Gilbert engr. by the brothers Dalziel, Део 170,Том 3 |
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... BRUTUS , Lieutenant to Aufidius . ADRIAN . Conspirators with Aufidius . A Citizen of Antium . Two Volscian Guards . Young MARCIUS , Son to Coriolanus . MENENIUS AGRIPPA , Friend to Coriolanus . NICANOR . A Roman Herald . TULLUS AUFIDIUS ...
... BRUTUS , Lieutenant to Aufidius . ADRIAN . Conspirators with Aufidius . A Citizen of Antium . Two Volscian Guards . Young MARCIUS , Son to Coriolanus . MENENIUS AGRIPPA , Friend to Coriolanus . NICANOR . A Roman Herald . TULLUS AUFIDIUS ...
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... Brutus , Sicinius Velutus , and I know not - ' sdeath ! The rabble should have first unroof'd the city , Ere so prevail'd with me : it will in time Win upon power , and throw forth greater themes For insurrection's arguing . MEN . This ...
... Brutus , Sicinius Velutus , and I know not - ' sdeath ! The rabble should have first unroof'd the city , Ere so prevail'd with me : it will in time Win upon power , and throw forth greater themes For insurrection's arguing . MEN . This ...
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... south the city mills ) bring me word thither How the world goes , that to the pace of it I may spur on my journey . 1 SOL . I I shall , sir . [ Exeunt . Enter MENENIUS , SICINIUS , and BRUTUS . MEN . ACT I. ] [ SCENE X. CORIOLANUS .
... south the city mills ) bring me word thither How the world goes , that to the pace of it I may spur on my journey . 1 SOL . I I shall , sir . [ Exeunt . Enter MENENIUS , SICINIUS , and BRUTUS . MEN . ACT I. ] [ SCENE X. CORIOLANUS .
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... BRUTUS . MEN . The augurer tells me we shall have news to - night . BRU . Good or bad ? MEN . Not according to the prayer of the people , for they love not Marcius . SIC . Nature teaches beasts to know their friends . MEN . Pray you ...
... BRUTUS . MEN . The augurer tells me we shall have news to - night . BRU . Good or bad ? MEN . Not according to the prayer of the people , for they love not Marcius . SIC . Nature teaches beasts to know their friends . MEN . Pray you ...
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... BRUTUS and SICINIUS retire . Enter VOLUMNIA , VIRGILIA , and VALERIA , attended . How now , my as fair as noble ladies , —and the moon , were she earthly , no nobler , -whither do you follow your eyes so fast ? VOL . Honourable Menenius ...
... BRUTUS and SICINIUS retire . Enter VOLUMNIA , VIRGILIA , and VALERIA , attended . How now , my as fair as noble ladies , —and the moon , were she earthly , no nobler , -whither do you follow your eyes so fast ? VOL . Honourable Menenius ...
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Achilles Ajax Antony Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar CASCA Cassius CLEO Cleopatra Collier's annotator Coriolanus CRES daughter dead dear death deed DEMET Desdemona dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio omits follow fool fortune friends give gods grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour IAGO Julius Cæsar KENT king kiss lady Laertes LEAR live look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony means never night noble o'er Old text Othello Pandarus Patroclus play Pompey poor pr'ythee pray quarto queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt shame sorrow soul speak speech stand sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue Troilus true ULYSS unto wife word Отн
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Страница 344 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
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Страница 367 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
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