The dramatick works of William Shakespear Volume 6 ; Printed complete from the best editions of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens and E. Malone

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. 1792 Excerpt: ...the oak not to be wind shaken. Exeunt. SCENE III,,A Ten!. Ei.Ur ComolaNus, and AufiDiut. Cor. We will besore the walls os Rome to-morrow Set down our host.---My partner in this action, You must report to the Vols'ian Lords, how plainly I have born this bufiness.,Aus. Only their ends, You have respected; stopp'd your ears against, The general suit os Rome; never admitted A private whisper, no, net with such sriends That thought them sure os you. Cor. This last old man, Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome, Isov'd me above the measure os a sather; Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest resuge Was to send him: sor whose old love, I have (Though I stiew'd sourly to him) once more osser'c The first conditions, which they did resuse; And cannot now accept, to grace him only, That thought he coukl do no more; a very little I have yielded too: Fresh embasfies, and suits, Nor si om the state, nor private sriends, hereaster Will I lend ear to.--Ha' what shout it this? Shout ivithin. Shall I be tempted to insringe my vow In the same time 'tis mad?? I will not.--Enter Vircilia, Voinmnia, Valeria, and young Mar CIUS, with attendants, all in mourning. My wise comes soremost: then the honour'd mould Wherein this trunk was sram'd, and in her hand The grandchild to her blood. But, out, assection! All bond and privilege os nature, break! Let it be virtuous, to be obstinate.--What is that eurt'sy worth? or those dove's eyes, Which can make gods sorsworn?--I melt, and am not Os stronger earth than others.--My mother bows; As is Olympus to a mole-hill should In supplication nod-: and my young boy Hath an aspect os intercession, which Great nature cries, Deny not.--Let the Volsce» Plough Rome, and harrow Italy; I'll never Be such a gofling to obey instinct; but stand...