Plays Accurateley Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens, with Glossarial Notes, and a Sketch of the Life of Shakspeare Volume 7

Plays Accurateley Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens, with Glossarial Notes, and a Sketch of the Life of Shakspeare Volume 7

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1811 edition. Excerpt: ...Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion (Who wears my stripes impress'd on him; that must bear My beating to his grave;)-shall join to thrust The lie unto him. ' 1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me.---Boy l_ False houndl ' If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, i For certain drops of salt, For certain tears. 9 Auf. No more. By these words Aufidius does not mean to put a stop to the altercation; but to tell C01-iolanus that he was no more than a " boy of tears." That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your voices in Corioli: _ Alone I did it.-Boy!.. Auf. Why, noble lords, Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears P ' Con. Let him die for't. Several speak at once. Cit. Speaking pr0miscuously. Tear im to pieces, do it presently. He killed my son;--my daughter;--He killed my cousin Marcus;--He killed my fa ther.--' '2 Lord. Peace, ho;---no outrage;--peace. The man is noble, and his fame folds in This orb o'the earth.1 His last offence to us Shall have judicious hearing.--Stand, Aufidius, And trouble not the peace. Car. 0, that I had him, With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe, To use my lawful sword! ' A-z_lf. Insolent villain! Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. Aurmws and the Conspirators draw, and kill Conroumus, who falls, and Aurmws stands onxhim. Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold. Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. ' " 1 Lord. 0 Tullus, ---2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep. 3 Lord.Treadnotuponhim.---Mastersall, bequiet; Put up your swords. '---his fizme folds in This...show more

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  • Paperback
  • 189 x 246 x 7mm | 240g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236757823
  • 9781236757821