The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volumen14R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... Serv'd well for Rome , COR . But since he hath BRU . I talk of that , that know it . COR . MEN . What do you prate of service ? You ? Is this The promise that you made your mother ? 2— clutch'd ] i . e . grasp'd . So Macbeth , in his ...
... Serv'd well for Rome , COR . But since he hath BRU . I talk of that , that know it . COR . MEN . What do you prate of service ? You ? Is this The promise that you made your mother ? 2— clutch'd ] i . e . grasp'd . So Macbeth , in his ...
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... SERV . Wine , wine , wine ! What service is here ! I think our fellows are asleep . Enter another Servant . [ Exit . 2 SERV . Where's Cotus ? my master calls for Cotus ! him . Enter CORIOLANUS . [ Exit . COR . A goodly house : The feast ...
... SERV . Wine , wine , wine ! What service is here ! I think our fellows are asleep . Enter another Servant . [ Exit . 2 SERV . Where's Cotus ? my master calls for Cotus ! him . Enter CORIOLANUS . [ Exit . COR . A goodly house : The feast ...
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... SERV . What fellow's this ? 1 SERV . A strange one as ever I looked on : I cannot get him out o ' the house : Pr'ythee , call my master to him . 3 SERV . What have you to do here , fellow ? Pray you , avoid the house . COR . Let me but ...
... SERV . What fellow's this ? 1 SERV . A strange one as ever I looked on : I cannot get him out o ' the house : Pr'ythee , call my master to him . 3 SERV . What have you to do here , fellow ? Pray you , avoid the house . COR . Let me but ...
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... SERV . What , will you not ? Pr`ythee , tell my master what a strange guest he has here . 2 SERV . And I shall . 3 SERV . Where dwellest thou ? COR . Under the canopy . 3 SERV . Under the canopy ? COR . Ay . 3 SERV . Where's that ? COR ...
... SERV . What , will you not ? Pr`ythee , tell my master what a strange guest he has here . 2 SERV . And I shall . 3 SERV . Where dwellest thou ? COR . Under the canopy . 3 SERV . Under the canopy ? COR . Ay . 3 SERV . Where's that ? COR ...
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... SERV . [ Advancing . ] Here's a strange altera- tion ! 2 SERV . By my hand , I had thought to have 6 Had we no quarrel else to Rome , but that- ] The old copy , redundantly , and unnecessarily : " Had we no other quarrel else , " & c ...
... SERV . [ Advancing . ] Here's a strange altera- tion ! 2 SERV . By my hand , I had thought to have 6 Had we no quarrel else to Rome , but that- ] The old copy , redundantly , and unnecessarily : " Had we no other quarrel else , " & c ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...