CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side 17
... Iach . This matter of marrying his king's daughter , wherein he must be weighed rather by her 15 value than his own , words him , I doubt not , a great deal from the matter . C French . And then his banishment . Iach . Ay Sc . IV 17 ...
... Iach . This matter of marrying his king's daughter , wherein he must be weighed rather by her 15 value than his own , words him , I doubt not , a great deal from the matter . C French . And then his banishment . Iach . Ay Sc . IV 17 ...
Side 18
William Shakespeare Will David Howe. French . And then his banishment . Iach . Ay , and the approbation of those that weep this lamentable divorce under her colours 20 are wonderfully to extend him ; be it but to fortify her judgement ...
William Shakespeare Will David Howe. French . And then his banishment . Iach . Ay , and the approbation of those that weep this lamentable divorce under her colours 20 are wonderfully to extend him ; be it but to fortify her judgement ...
Side 19
... Iach . Can we , with manners , ask what was the difference ? 55 55 French . Safely , I think ; ' twas a contention ... Iach . That lady is not now living , or this gen- tleman's opinion by this worn out . Post . She holds her virtue ...
... Iach . Can we , with manners , ask what was the difference ? 55 55 French . Safely , I think ; ' twas a contention ... Iach . That lady is not now living , or this gen- tleman's opinion by this worn out . Post . She holds her virtue ...
Side 20
... Iach . As fair and as good a kind of hand - in- 75 ― hand comparison had been something too fair and too good for ... Iach . What do you esteem it at ? Post . More than the world enjoys . Iach . Either your unparagon'd mistress is dead ...
... Iach . As fair and as good a kind of hand - in- 75 ― hand comparison had been something too fair and too good for ... Iach . What do you esteem it at ? Post . More than the world enjoys . Iach . Either your unparagon'd mistress is dead ...
Side 21
... Iach . With five times so much conversation , I should get ground of your fair mistress , make her go back , even to the yielding , had I admit- 115 tance , and opportunity to friend . Post . No , no . Iach . I dare thereupon pawn the ...
... Iach . With five times so much conversation , I should get ground of your fair mistress , make her go back , even to the yielding , had I admit- 115 tance , and opportunity to friend . Post . No , no . Iach . I dare thereupon pawn the ...
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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...