CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side viii
... Britons , was brought up at Rome and there knighted by Cæsar , and that the names of his sons were Guiderius and Arviragus . According to Holinshed , it was during the reign of Cymbeline's successor , Guiderius , that the Britons ...
... Britons , was brought up at Rome and there knighted by Cæsar , and that the names of his sons were Guiderius and Arviragus . According to Holinshed , it was during the reign of Cymbeline's successor , Guiderius , that the Britons ...
Side 18
... Briton . Let him be so enter- tained amongst you as suits with gentlemen 30 of your knowing to a stranger of his quality . I beseech you all , be better known to this gentleman , whom I commend to you as a noble friend of mine . How ...
... Briton . Let him be so enter- tained amongst you as suits with gentlemen 30 of your knowing to a stranger of his quality . I beseech you all , be better known to this gentleman , whom I commend to you as a noble friend of mine . How ...
Side 31
... Briton reveller . He is call'd . When he was here , He did incline to sadness , and oft - times Not knowing why . I never saw him sad . There is a Frenchman his companion , one 56 60 Imo . An eminent monsieur , that , it seems Sc . VI ...
... Briton reveller . He is call'd . When he was here , He did incline to sadness , and oft - times Not knowing why . I never saw him sad . There is a Frenchman his companion , one 56 60 Imo . An eminent monsieur , that , it seems Sc . VI ...
Side 32
... Briton Your lord , I mean - laughs from's free lungs , cries " O , Can my sides hold , to think that man , who knows By history , report , or his own proof , What woman is , yea , what she cannot choose But must be , will his free hours ...
... Briton Your lord , I mean - laughs from's free lungs , cries " O , Can my sides hold , to think that man , who knows By history , report , or his own proof , What woman is , yea , what she cannot choose But must be , will his free hours ...
Side 63
... Britons strut with courage . 26 31 Clo . Come , there's no more tribute to be paid . Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that 35 time ; and , as I said , there is no moe such Cæsars . Other of them may have crook'd noses , but to owe ...
... Britons strut with courage . 26 31 Clo . Come , there's no more tribute to be paid . Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that 35 time ; and , as I said , there is no moe such Cæsars . Other of them may have crook'd noses , but to owe ...
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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...