John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued) |
1174 |
Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. |
Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
1175 |
A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in ’t. 1 |
Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
1176 |
Many-headed multitude. 2 |
Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
1177 |
I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices. |
Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
1178 |
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute “shall”? |
Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
1179 |
Enough, with over-measure. |
Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
1180 |
His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for ’s power to thunder. |
Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
1181 |
That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war. |
Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
1182 |
Serv. Where dwellest thou? Cor. Under the canopy. |
Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5. |
1183 |
A name unmusical to the Volscians’ ears, And harsh in sound to thine. |
Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5. |
1184 |
Chaste as the icicle That ’s curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian’s temple. |
Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 3. |
1185 |
If you have writ your annals true, ’t is there That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter’d your Volscians in Corioli: Alone I did it. Boy! |
Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 6. 3 |
1186 |
Sweet mercy is nobility’s true badge. |
Titus Andronicus. Act i. Sc. 2. |
Note 1. When flowing cups pass swiftly round With no allaying Thames. Richard Lovelace: To Althea from Prison, ii. [back] |
Note 2. See Sidney, Quotation 6. [back] |
Note 3. Act v. sc. 5 in Singer and Knight. [back] |