The Hamnet Shakspere (Volume 6); According to the First Folio (Spelling Modernised). (Paperback)


This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880. Excerpt: ... Actus Quartus. Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius, with the young Nobility of Rome. Corio. Come leave your tears: a brief farewell: the beast.With many heads butts me away. Nay Mother, Where is your ancient Courage? You were us'd To say, Extremities was the trier of spirits, That common chances. Common men could bear, That when the Sea was calm, all Boats alike Shew'd Mastership in floating. Fortunes blows, When most strook home, being gentle wounded, craves A Noble cunning. You were us'd to load me With Precepts that would make invincible The heart that conn'd them. Virg. 0 heavens 0 heavens Corio. Nay, I prithee woman. Vol. Now the Red Pestilence strike al Trades in Rome, And Occupations perish. Corio. What, what, what: I shall be lov'd when I am lack'd. Nay Mother, Resume that Spirit, when you were wont to say, If you had been the Wife of Hercules, Six of his Labours youl'd have done, and sav'd Your Husband so much sweat. Cominius, Droop not, Adieu: Farewell, my Wife, my Mother, I'll do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius, Thy tears are Salter than a younger mans, And venomous to thine eyes. My (sometime) General, I have seen the Stern, and thou hast oft beheld Heart-hardning spectacles. Tell these sad women, Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes, As 'tis to laugh at 'em My Mother, you wot well My hazards still have heen your solace, and Believ't not lightly, though I go alone Like to a lonely Dragon, that his Fen Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than seen: your Son Will or exceed the Common, or be caught With cautelous baits and practice. Volum. My first son, Whether will thou go? Take good Cominius With thee awhile: Determine on some course More than a wild exposture, to each chance That starts i'th'way before thee. Corio. 0 th...

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880. Excerpt: ... Actus Quartus. Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius, with the young Nobility of Rome. Corio. Come leave your tears: a brief farewell: the beast.With many heads butts me away. Nay Mother, Where is your ancient Courage? You were us'd To say, Extremities was the trier of spirits, That common chances. Common men could bear, That when the Sea was calm, all Boats alike Shew'd Mastership in floating. Fortunes blows, When most strook home, being gentle wounded, craves A Noble cunning. You were us'd to load me With Precepts that would make invincible The heart that conn'd them. Virg. 0 heavens 0 heavens Corio. Nay, I prithee woman. Vol. Now the Red Pestilence strike al Trades in Rome, And Occupations perish. Corio. What, what, what: I shall be lov'd when I am lack'd. Nay Mother, Resume that Spirit, when you were wont to say, If you had been the Wife of Hercules, Six of his Labours youl'd have done, and sav'd Your Husband so much sweat. Cominius, Droop not, Adieu: Farewell, my Wife, my Mother, I'll do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius, Thy tears are Salter than a younger mans, And venomous to thine eyes. My (sometime) General, I have seen the Stern, and thou hast oft beheld Heart-hardning spectacles. Tell these sad women, Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes, As 'tis to laugh at 'em My Mother, you wot well My hazards still have heen your solace, and Believ't not lightly, though I go alone Like to a lonely Dragon, that his Fen Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than seen: your Son Will or exceed the Common, or be caught With cautelous baits and practice. Volum. My first son, Whether will thou go? Take good Cominius With thee awhile: Determine on some course More than a wild exposture, to each chance That starts i'th'way before thee. Corio. 0 th...

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General Books LLC

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February 2012

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February 2012

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246 x 189 x 3mm (L x W x T)

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Paperback - Trade

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56

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978-1-154-28709-7

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9781154287097

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1-154-28709-2



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