 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 396 páginas
...fpeak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Voices ; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy ! Falfe hound 1 If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That,...be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your mame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears ? Con. Let him die for't. [federal fpeak... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 490 páginas
...speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces ; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy ! False hound ! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That...be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, Tore your own eyes and ears ? Con. Let him die for't. [Several speak... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 548 páginas
...speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces. Volces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me.—Boy! False hound! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volces in Corioli: Alone I did it.—Boy! Auf. Why, noble lords, Will you be put in mind of his blind... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 384 páginas
...him. - s Lord. Peace, both, and hear me fpeak. Stain all your edges in me. — Boy ! Falfe hound !' If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there. That, like an eagle on a dove-cote, I Phitter'd your Volfcians in Coriuli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! — Auf. Why, noble... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 502 páginas
...put a stop to the altercation ; but to tell Coriolanus that he was no more than a " boy of tears." That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your...be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears ? Con. Let him die for't. [Several speak... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 520 páginas
...False hound! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, 1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your voices in Corioli: Alone I did it.—Boy! Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 318 páginas
...speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces ; men and lads. Stain all your edges on me. — Boy ! False hound ! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volces in Corjoli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf. Why, noble lords, Will you be put in mind of his... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 354 páginas
...and hear me speak. That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volsces in Corioli : Alone 1 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 ? Con. Let him die for't. [Several speak... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 páginas
...like an eagle on a dove-cote, I Flutter'«1 your Voices in Corioli: Alone I «lid it. Boy ! A»)'. Why, noble lords, Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, Tore your own eyes and ears? All'Con. Let him die for't. All People.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 páginas
...speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Voices, men and lads, Stain all your edges in me. — Boy ! False hound tence of the war was on your account : they took up anus in your n on a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Voices in C'orioli: Alone I d'ld it. Boy ! Auf. Why, noble lords,... | |
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If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. Boy ! Auf. 
