The standard edition of the pictorial Shakspere . t to crush him in an equal force,(True sword to sword,) I 11 potch at him some way;Or wrath, or craft, may get him. 1 Sol. He s the devil. Auf. Bolder, though not so subtle: My only suffering stain by him ; for himShall fly out of itself: nor sleep, nor naked, sick : nor fane, nor Capitol, Act I.] CORIOLANUS. The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice,Embarquements * all of fury, shall lift upTheir rotten privilege and custom gainstMy hate to Marcius: where I find him, were itAt home, upon my brothers gua
The standard edition of the pictorial Shakspere . t to crush him in an equal force,(True sword to sword,) I 11 potch at him some way;Or wrath, or craft, may get him. 1 Sol. He s the devil. Auf. Bolder, though not so subtle: My only suffering stain by him ; for himShall fly out of itself: nor sleep, nor naked, sick : nor fane, nor Capitol, Act I.] CORIOLANUS. The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice,Embarquements * all of fury, shall lift upTheir rotten privilege and custom gainstMy hate to Marcius: where I find him, were itAt home, upon my brothers guard, even there,Against the hospitable canon, would IWash my fierce hand in his heart. Go you tothe city; » Embarquetnents—embargoes. [Scene what they are that Learn how t is lield mustBe hostages for Rome. 1 Sol. Will not you go? Juf. I am attended at the cypress grove :I pray you, (tis south the city mills,) bring me word thitherHow the world goes ; that to the pace of itI may spur on my journey. 1 Sol. I shall, sir. [Exeunt. ::r-^fe«. [The Tiber. Mount Aventiue in the distance. 163
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