The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volume 14R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... Thou rascal , thou art worst in blood , to ruin " Lead'st first , to win , & c . " Thou that art the meanest by birth , art the foremost to lead thy fellows to ruin , in hope of some advantage . The meaning , however , is perhaps only ...
... Thou rascal , thou art worst in blood , to ruin " Lead'st first , to win , & c . " Thou that art the meanest by birth , art the foremost to lead thy fellows to ruin , in hope of some advantage . The meaning , however , is perhaps only ...
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... thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus ' face : What , art thou stiff ? stand'st out ? No , Caius Marcius ; TIT . I'll lean upon one crutch , and fight with the other , Ere stay behind this business . 6 MEN . O , true bred ! ' tis ...
... thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus ' face : What , art thou stiff ? stand'st out ? No , Caius Marcius ; TIT . I'll lean upon one crutch , and fight with the other , Ere stay behind this business . 6 MEN . O , true bred ! ' tis ...
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... Thou art left , Mar- cius : A carbuncle entire , as big as thou art , Were not so rich a jewel . Thou wast a soldier Even to Cato's wish , not fierce and terrible Only in strokes1 ; but , with thy grim looks , and Who , sensible ...
... Thou art left , Mar- cius : A carbuncle entire , as big as thou art , Were not so rich a jewel . Thou wast a soldier Even to Cato's wish , not fierce and terrible Only in strokes1 ; but , with thy grim looks , and Who , sensible ...
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William Shakespeare James Boswell. The thunder - like percussion of thy sounds , Thou mad'st thine enemies shake , as if the world Were feverous , and did tremble 2 . Re - enter MARCIUS , bleeding , assaulted by the Enemy . 1 SOL . Look ...
William Shakespeare James Boswell. The thunder - like percussion of thy sounds , Thou mad'st thine enemies shake , as if the world Were feverous , and did tremble 2 . Re - enter MARCIUS , bleeding , assaulted by the Enemy . 1 SOL . Look ...
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... thou bleed'st ; Thy exercise hath been too violent for A second course of fight . MAR . Sir , praise me not : My work hath yet not warm'd me : Fare you well . The blood I drop is rather physical Than dangerous to me : To Aufidius thus I ...
... thou bleed'st ; Thy exercise hath been too violent for A second course of fight . MAR . Sir , praise me not : My work hath yet not warm'd me : Fare you well . The blood I drop is rather physical Than dangerous to me : To Aufidius thus I ...
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ancient Antigonus appear Aufidius Autolycus bear beseech blood Bohemia BOSWELL called Camillo Cominius consul Coriolanus Corioli Cymbeline death editors emendation enemy Enter Exeunt eyes father fear give gods hand Hanmer hath hear heart Hermione honour JOHNSON Julius Cæsar King Henry lady LART LARTIUS LEON Leontes lord Love's Labour's Lost Macbeth MALONE MASON means Menenius mother never noble old copy Othello passage PAUL Paulina peace Perdita perhaps play Plutarch Polixenes pr'ythee Pray present prince queen Roman Rome SCENE second folio senate sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's SHEP SICINIUS signifies speak speech stand STEEVENS suppose sword tell thee Theobald thing thou art Timon of Athens tongue tribunes Troilus and Cressida true Tullus TYRWHITT voices Volces Volumnia WARBURTON wife Winter's Tale word worthy Сом
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Page 348 - Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Page 16 - Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate ; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye ! Trust ye ? With every minute you do change a mind, And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.
Page 231 - By and by we hear news of shipwreck in the same place, and then we are to blame if we accept it not for a rock. Upon the back of that comes out a hideous monster, with fire and smoke...