CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side 2
... Roman forces . PISANIO , servant to Posthumus . CORNELIUS , a physician . A Roman Captain . Two British Captains . A Frenchman , friend to Philario . Two Lords of Cymbeline's court . Two Gentlemen of the same . Two Gaolers . QUEEN ...
... Roman forces . PISANIO , servant to Posthumus . CORNELIUS , a physician . A Roman Captain . Two British Captains . A Frenchman , friend to Philario . Two Lords of Cymbeline's court . Two Gentlemen of the same . Two Gaolers . QUEEN ...
Side 5
... Romans with Cassibelan , But had his titles by Tenantius whom He serv'd with glory and admir'd success , So gain'd the sur - addition Leonatus ; And had , besides this gentleman in question , Two other sons , who in the wars o ' the ...
... Romans with Cassibelan , But had his titles by Tenantius whom He serv'd with glory and admir'd success , So gain'd the sur - addition Leonatus ; And had , besides this gentleman in question , Two other sons , who in the wars o ' the ...
Side 37
... Romans of us and Imo . Iach . ― 180 185 Pray , what is't ? lord your The best feather of our wing - have mingled sums To buy a present for the Emperor ; Which I , the factor for the rest , have done In France . ' Tis plate of rare ...
... Romans of us and Imo . Iach . ― 180 185 Pray , what is't ? lord your The best feather of our wing - have mingled sums To buy a present for the Emperor ; Which I , the factor for the rest , have done In France . ' Tis plate of rare ...
Side 47
... Roman . queen . 65 Come , our Exeunt [ all but Cloten ] . Clo . If she be up , I'll speak with her ; if not , Let her lie still and dream . [ Knocks . ] By your leave , ho ! I know her women are about her ; what 70 If I do line one of ...
... Roman . queen . 65 Come , our Exeunt [ all but Cloten ] . Clo . If she be up , I'll speak with her ; if not , Let her lie still and dream . [ Knocks . ] By your leave , ho ! I know her women are about her ; what 70 If I do line one of ...
Side 52
... throughly ; and I think He'll grant the tribute , send the arrearages , Or look upon our Romans , whose remembrance Is yet fresh in their grief . Post . I do believe , 10 15 Statist though I am none , nor like to be 52 Act II Cymbeline.
... throughly ; and I think He'll grant the tribute , send the arrearages , Or look upon our Romans , whose remembrance Is yet fresh in their grief . Post . I do believe , 10 15 Statist though I am none , nor like to be 52 Act II Cymbeline.
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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...