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Side 144
... Сут . Was as a scorpion to her sight ; whose life , But that her flight prevented it , she had Ta'en off by poison . 45 50 O most delicate fiend ! Who is't can read a woman ? Is there more ? Cor . More , sir , and worse . She did ...
... Сут . Was as a scorpion to her sight ; whose life , But that her flight prevented it , she had Ta'en off by poison . 45 50 O most delicate fiend ! Who is't can read a woman ? Is there more ? Cor . More , sir , and worse . She did ...
Side 150
... d , —therein He was as calm as virtue , - he began His mistress ' picture ; which by his tongue being made , And then a mind put in't , either our brags 175 Сут . Were crack'd of kitchen - trulls , or 150 Act V Cymbeline.
... d , —therein He was as calm as virtue , - he began His mistress ' picture ; which by his tongue being made , And then a mind put in't , either our brags 175 Сут . Were crack'd of kitchen - trulls , or 150 Act V Cymbeline.
Side 151
William Shakespeare Will David Howe. Сут . Were crack'd of kitchen - trulls , or his description Prov'd us unspeaking sots . Nay , nay , to the purpose . Iach . Your daughter's chastity - there it begins . He spake of her , as Dian had ...
William Shakespeare Will David Howe. Сут . Were crack'd of kitchen - trulls , or his description Prov'd us unspeaking sots . Nay , nay , to the purpose . Iach . Your daughter's chastity - there it begins . He spake of her , as Dian had ...
Side 154
... Сут . How now , my flesh , my child ! What , mak'st thou me a dullard in this act ? Wilt thou not speak to me ? 265 Imo . [ Kneeling . ] Your blessing , sir . Bel . [ To Guiderius and Arviragus . ] Though 154 Act V Cymbeline.
... Сут . How now , my flesh , my child ! What , mak'st thou me a dullard in this act ? Wilt thou not speak to me ? 265 Imo . [ Kneeling . ] Your blessing , sir . Bel . [ To Guiderius and Arviragus . ] Though 154 Act V Cymbeline.
Side 156
... Сут . 295 I am sorry for thee . By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd , and must Endure our law . Thou'rt dead . I thought had been my lord . That headless man Bind the offender , 300 Stay , sir King ; And take him from our presence ...
... Сут . 295 I am sorry for thee . By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd , and must Endure our law . Thou'rt dead . I thought had been my lord . That headless man Bind the offender , 300 Stay , sir King ; And take him from our presence ...
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Arviragus Attendants Augustus Cæsar banish'd Belarius beseech blood Britain Britons brother Cadwal Cæsar call'd Cassibelan cave Cloten conj court Cymbeline's palace dead death do't doth Dowden Enter Cymbeline Enter Pisanio Enter Posthumus Exeunt Exit eyes false father fear fessor of English fool Gaol Gaoler garment Gent gentleman gods Guiderius hast hath hear heart heavens Holinshed honour Iach Iachimo is't Julius Cæsar Jupiter King lady leave Leonatus look lord Lud's madam master Milford-Haven mistress mother noble on't Ph.D Philario Philaster play poison'd Polydore Post pray princely prisoner Prithee Professor of Eng Professor of English Queen Re-enter ring Roman Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt Sici speak stand sword ta'en tender thank thee there's thing thou art true turn'd villain wager What's WILLIAM ALLAN NEILSON Wilt Winter's Tale
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Side 76 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Side 111 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe, and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Side 71 - What should we speak of When we are old as you ? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away ? We have seen nothing...
Side 109 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...