| George Ian Duthie - 2005 - 216 páginas
...himself which is involved in his sparing Rome. But, despite this, nature prevails. 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 \ ictory to Rome; But, for your son,... | |
| Irving Ribner - 2005 - 232 páginas
...Coriolanus knows that his decision to spare Rome must also mean his own death : O mother, mother I What have you done ? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! Ol You have won a happy victory to Rome; But, for your son,... | |
| G. M. Pinciss - 2005 - 214 páginas
...Rome, his life is put in jeopardy, but he also knows that he has never been capable of refusing her: O mother, mother! O You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son — believe it, O believe it! — Most dangerously have you with him prevailed, If not most mortal... | |
| Lawrence F. Rhu - 2006 - 284 páginas
...what, following Lady Macbeth, we may call his "human kindness" (emphasis added): 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,... | |
| James P. Lusardi - 2006 - 292 páginas
...protagonist capitulates to his mother and decides to spare his native city of Rome: O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O mv mother, mother! O! (5.3.182-85) Unlike Hamlet, Coriolanus is an inarticulate... | |
| Jan H. Blits - 2006 - 260 páginas
...belatedly suggested (5.3.121-22, 1 32-40), he characterizes it as a complete victory for the Romans: "O my mother, mother! O! / You have won a happy victory to Rome" (5.3.185-86). Virtually confessing his betrayal of the Volscians, he presents his acceding to his mother... | |
| Joseph Pearce - 2008 - 224 páginas
...willingness to attack Rome and yet laments that his failure to do so might prove costly, even deadly: 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... | |
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