CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side 2
... LEONATUS , a gentleman , husband to Imogen . BELARIUS , a banished lord disguised under the name of Morgan . GUIDERIUS , sons to Cymbeline , disguised under the name of Polydore ARVIRAGUS , and Cadwal , supposed sons to Morgan ...
... LEONATUS , a gentleman , husband to Imogen . BELARIUS , a banished lord disguised under the name of Morgan . GUIDERIUS , sons to Cymbeline , disguised under the name of Polydore ARVIRAGUS , and Cadwal , supposed sons to Morgan ...
Side 5
... Leonatus ; And had , besides this gentleman in question , Two other sons , who in the wars o ' the time 30 35 Died with their swords in hand ; for which their father , Then old and fond of issue , took such sorrow That he quit being ...
... Leonatus ; And had , besides this gentleman in question , Two other sons , who in the wars o ' the time 30 35 Died with their swords in hand ; for which their father , Then old and fond of issue , took such sorrow That he quit being ...
Side 11
... Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son ! ― Re - 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 ...
... Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son ! ― Re - 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 ...
Side 29
... Leonatus is in safety And greets your Highness dearly . [ Presents a letter . ] Thanks , good sir ; Imo . You're kindly welcome . Iach . [ Aside . ] All of her that is out of door most rich ! If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare ...
... Leonatus is in safety And greets your Highness dearly . [ Presents a letter . ] Thanks , good sir ; Imo . You're kindly welcome . Iach . [ Aside . ] All of her that is out of door most rich ! If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare ...
Side 30
... LEONATUS " But even the very middle of my heart Is warm'd by the rest fully . - 25 and take it thank- You are as welcome , worthy sir , as I Have words to bid you , and shall find it so 30 In all that I can do . Thanks , fairest lady ...
... LEONATUS " But even the very middle of my heart Is warm'd by the rest fully . - 25 and take it thank- You are as welcome , worthy sir , as I Have words to bid you , and shall find it so 30 In all that I can do . Thanks , fairest lady ...
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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...