 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 490 trang
...me 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 voices in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf. Why, noble lords, Will... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 548 trang
...hear me 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 384 trang
...thruft the lie unto 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 - 1806 - 318 trang
...me 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 trang
...me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Voices, men and lads, Stain all your edges in me. — Boy ! False he pretence 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 476 trang
...me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Voices ; 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 voices in Corioli : Alone I did it.— Boy !. Auf. Wliy, noble lords, Will... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 394 trang
...me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Voices ; 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 voices in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf. Why, noble lords, Will... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 388 trang
...me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, \olces ; 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 voices in Corioli : Alone I did it.— Boy ! Auf. Why, noble lords, Will... | |
 | 1812 - 760 trang
...but Competitors unknown it was not modest to despise. He might at last have said to the Committee ; ' If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That like an eagle in a dove-cot, I Flutter'd your Volscians at Corioli ; Alone I did it.' Yet, alas! there were some great... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 446 trang
...me 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 voices in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! AUF. Why, noble lords, Will... | |
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If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf. 
