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Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1807 edition. Excerpt: ...stopt your ears against The general suit of Rome; never admitted Private whisper, no, not with such friends That thought them sure of you. Cor. This last old man, Whom with a crack''d heart I have sent to Rome, Lov''d me above the measure of a father; Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refuge Was to send him: for whose old love, I have (Though I shew''d sourly to him) once more ofFer''d The first conditions, which they did refuse, And cannot now accept: to grace him only, That thought he could do more; a very little I have yielded too. Fresh embassies, and suits, to Shent--is brought to destruction. JOHNS. Ltj I c. How openly, how remotely from artifice or concealment.. Nor from the state, nor private friends, hereafter Will I lend ear to.--Ha! what shout is this? Shout within. Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow In the same time ''tis made? I will not--Enter Virgili A, Volumnia, Valeria, young ManCius, with Attendants, all in mourning. My wife comes foremost: then the honour''d mould Wherein this trunk was fram''d, and in her hand The grandchild to her blood. But, out, affection! All bond and privilege of nature, break! Let it be virtuous, to be obstinate.--virg. courtesies. What is that curt''sy worth? or those dove''s eyes, Which can make Gods forsworn?--I melt, and am not Of stronger earth than others.--My mother bows; volumnia bows. As if Olympus to a mole-hill should In supplication nod: and my young boy Hath an aspect of intercession, which Great Nature cries, Deny not.--Let the Volscians Plough Rome, and harrow Italy; I''ll never Be such a goslin to obey instinct; but stand As if a man were author of himself, And knew no other kin. Vir. My lord and husband! Cor. These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome. Vir. The sorrow, that delivers...