Shakespeare's Tragedy of CoriolanvsJ.M. Dent and Company, 1896 - 193 pages |
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Alarum Antium banish banish'd bear beat beseech blood Caius Marcius Capitol CARBONADO Citizens Cominius conj consul Corioli danger death deserved DRACHMA drum Edile emendation enemy Enter Coriolanus Enter Menenius Exeunt Exit fear FIRES OF HEAVEN follow friends gates give gods hate hath hear heart honour Julius Cæsar ladies Lart lord malice matter Menenius Agrippa Mess mother noble North's patricians peace plebeians Plutarch pray prithee proud Re-enter revenge Roman Rome Scene Senators Servingman show'd Sicinius and Brutus soldier speak stand sword Tarpeian rock tell thee there's thine thing Third Cit Third Serv thou hast Titus Lartius tongue Tragedy of Coriolanus traitor tribunes true trumpet Tullus Aufidius twas Valeria Virgilia voices Volsces Volscian Volumnia What's wife word worthy wounds ΙΟ
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Page 3 - 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 1 With every minute you do change a mind ; And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.
Page 102 - 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!
Page 119 - 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.
Page 155 - I'll speak a little. [He holds VOLUMNIA by the hand, silent. Cor. 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 prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.