Shakespeare's tragedy of Coriolanus, with intr. remarks and notes by J. Colville



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第 95 頁 - 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.
第 21 頁 - 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.
第 102 頁 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.