The Aldus Shakespeare: With Copious Notes and Comments, Zväzok 6Bigelow Smith, 1909 |
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Alarum Antium banishment bear beseech Bishop of Auxerre blood Caius Marcius Capitol Censorinus Citizens Collier's second folio Cominius common conj consul Corioli danger death deserved drums Edile enemies Enter Coriolanus Exeunt fear fight flatter follow friends gates give gods hand hate hath hear heart honor ISRAEL GOLLANCZ Julius Cæsar knee ladies Lart Lavinium lord malice Menenius mother never nobility noble North's Patricians peace play plebeians Plutarch Poet pray pride prithee proud Re-enter revenge Roman Rome SCENE Senate Shakespeare shame Sicinius and Brutus soldiers speak spoil stand sword Tarpeian rock tell thee thing Third Cit Third Serv thou hast Titus Lartius tongue TRAGEDY OF CORIOLANUS tribunes trumpets Tullus Aufidius unto Valeria valiant Virgilia voices Volsces Volscian Volumnia wars wife words worthy wounds
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Strana xlvi - I therein would have found issue. Hear me profess sincerely : had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather had eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
Strana 14 - 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.
Strana 112 - 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...
Strana 156 - 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.
Strana 173 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. Boy ! Auf.
Strana 129 - 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 Bestride my threshold.
Strana lii - The whole dramatic moral of CORIOLANUS is that those who have little shall have less, and that those who have much shall take all that others have left. The people are poor; therefore they ought to be starved. They are slaves; therefore they ought to be beaten. They work hard; therefore they ought to be treated like beasts of burden. They are ignorant; therefore they ought not to be allowed to feel that they want food, or clothing, or rest, that they are enslaved, oppressed, and miserable.