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ancient Anne Antium Aufidius bear blood brother Buck Buckingham called cardinal Catefby Cham Clar Clarence Cominius conscience consul Coriolanus curse death devil Dorset doth duke Duke of Norfolk Dutch editors Edward enemies Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fame farewel fear fense foul friends gentle give Gloster grace gracious hand hate hath hear heart heaven Henry honour Johnson king's lady Lart Lartius live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovel madam Marcius mean Menenius mother Murd never noble old copy passage peace peize play Plutarch poor pray prince Queen Rich Richmond Rome royal SCENE Shakespeare shew signifies sir Thomas Sir Thomas Lovel soul speak stand Stanl Stanley Steevens sword tell thee Theobald thing tongue Tower tribunes unto voices Volumnia Warburton wife Wolsey word
第 273 頁 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
第 277 頁 - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
第 155 頁 - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself?
第 288 頁 - And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. Ever witness for him Those twins of learning that he rais'd in you, Ipswich and Oxford! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
第 275 頁 - Go, get thee from me, Cromwell; I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now , To be thy lord and master: Seek the king; That sun, I pray, may never set!
第 231 頁 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
第 6 頁 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover. To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.