CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side 3
... Enter two Gentlemen . 1. Gent . You do not meet a man but frowns . Our bloods No more obey the heavens than our courtiers Still seem as does the King . 2. Gent . But what's the matter ? 1. Gent . His daughter , and the heir of ' s ...
... Enter two Gentlemen . 1. Gent . You do not meet a man but frowns . Our bloods No more obey the heavens than our courtiers Still seem as does the King . 2. Gent . But what's the matter ? 1. Gent . His daughter , and the heir of ' s ...
Side 7
... Enter the Queen , Posthumus , and Imogen . Exeunt . Queen . No , be assur'd you shall not find me , Post . daughter , After the slander of most stepmothers , Evil - ey'd unto you . You're my prisoner , but Your gaoler shall deliver you ...
... Enter the Queen , Posthumus , and Imogen . Exeunt . Queen . No , be assur'd you shall not find me , Post . daughter , After the slander of most stepmothers , Evil - ey'd unto you . You're my prisoner , but Your gaoler shall deliver you ...
Side 8
... enter Queen . Be brief , I pray you . If the King come , I shall incur I know not How much of his displeasure . [ Aside . ] Yet I'll move him To walk this way . I never do him wrong Post . But he does buy my injuries , to 8 Act I Cymbeline.
... enter Queen . Be brief , I pray you . If the King come , I shall incur I know not How much of his displeasure . [ Aside . ] Yet I'll move him To walk this way . I never do him wrong Post . But he does buy my injuries , to 8 Act I Cymbeline.
Side 9
... ll place it Upon this fairest prisoner . 120 [ Putting a bracelet upon her arm . ] O the gods ! Imo . When shall we see again ? Enter Cymbeline and Lords . Post . Alack , the King ! Cym . Thou basest thing , avoid ! Hence , Sc . I ...
... ll place it Upon this fairest prisoner . 120 [ Putting a bracelet upon her arm . ] O the gods ! Imo . When shall we see again ? Enter Cymbeline and Lords . Post . Alack , the King ! Cym . Thou basest thing , avoid ! Hence , Sc . I ...
Side 11
... enter Queen . Thou foolish thing ! They were again together ; you have done 151 Not after our command . Away with her , And pen her up . Queen . Cym . Beseech your patience . Peace , Dear lady daughter , peace ! Sweet sovereign , Leave ...
... enter Queen . Thou foolish thing ! They were again together ; you have done 151 Not after our command . Away with her , And pen her up . Queen . Cym . Beseech your patience . Peace , Dear lady daughter , peace ! Sweet sovereign , Leave ...
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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...