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Side viii
... Arviragus . According to Holinshed , it was during the reign of Cymbeline's successor , Guiderius , that the Britons refused to pay tribute to Rome after Cæsar's death . Shakespeare places the incident during the reign of Cymbeline . He ...
... Arviragus . According to Holinshed , it was during the reign of Cymbeline's successor , Guiderius , that the Britons refused to pay tribute to Rome after Cæsar's death . Shakespeare places the incident during the reign of Cymbeline . He ...
Side 2
... ARVIRAGUS , and Cadwal , supposed sons to Morgan . PHILARIO , friend to Posthumus , IACHIMO , friend to Philario , Italians . CAIUS LUCIUS , general of the Roman forces . PISANIO , servant to Posthumus . CORNELIUS , a physician . A ...
... ARVIRAGUS , and Cadwal , supposed sons to Morgan . PHILARIO , friend to Posthumus , IACHIMO , friend to Philario , Italians . CAIUS LUCIUS , general of the Roman forces . PISANIO , servant to Posthumus . CORNELIUS , a physician . A ...
Side 69
... ] Belarius ; Guiderius and Arviragus [ following ] . Bel . A goodly day not to keep house , with such Whose roof's as low as ours ! Stoop , boys ; this gate Gui . Arv . Instructs you how to adore the Sc . III 69 Cymbeline.
... ] Belarius ; Guiderius and Arviragus [ following ] . Bel . A goodly day not to keep house , with such Whose roof's as low as ours ! Stoop , boys ; this gate Gui . Arv . Instructs you how to adore the Sc . III 69 Cymbeline.
Side 73
... Arviragus ] . How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature ! These boys know little they are sons to the King , Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive . They think they are mine ; and , though train'd up thus meanly , 81 I ' the cave ...
... Arviragus ] . How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature ! These boys know little they are sons to the King , Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive . They think they are mine ; and , though train'd up thus meanly , 81 I ' the cave ...
Side 74
William Shakespeare Will David Howe. Once Arviragus , in as like a figure , Strikes life into my speech and shows much more His own conceiving . - Hark , the game is rous'd ! O Cymbeline ! heaven and my conscience knows Thou didst ...
William Shakespeare Will David Howe. Once Arviragus , in as like a figure , Strikes life into my speech and shows much more His own conceiving . - Hark , the game is rous'd ! O Cymbeline ! heaven and my conscience knows Thou didst ...
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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...