CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side ii
... comes Beaumontio , ric , the Parnas biceps . FLETCHERUS nam in Prramida ficar agens ? Struxit chorum plus smelicem Water Duplex i Plie duplicem sola nec ullum transient Neo transforendu Dramatum æterm sales Anglo Theatre , Obi , Sibi ...
... comes Beaumontio , ric , the Parnas biceps . FLETCHERUS nam in Prramida ficar agens ? Struxit chorum plus smelicem Water Duplex i Plie duplicem sola nec ullum transient Neo transforendu Dramatum æterm sales Anglo Theatre , Obi , Sibi ...
Side 6
... so slow , 64 That could not trace them ! 1. Gent . Howsoe'er ' tis strange , Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at , Yet is it true , sir . 2. Gent . I do well believe you . 1. Gent . We must forbear ; here comes the Cymbeline Act ...
... so slow , 64 That could not trace them ! 1. Gent . Howsoe'er ' tis strange , Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at , Yet is it true , sir . 2. Gent . I do well believe you . 1. Gent . We must forbear ; here comes the Cymbeline Act ...
Side 7
William Shakespeare Will David Howe. 1. Gent . We must forbear ; here comes the gentle- man , The Queen , and Princess . Enter the Queen , Posthumus , and Imogen . Exeunt . Queen . No , be assur'd you shall not find me , Post . daughter ...
William Shakespeare Will David Howe. 1. Gent . We must forbear ; here comes the gentle- man , The Queen , and Princess . Enter the Queen , Posthumus , and Imogen . Exeunt . Queen . No , be assur'd you shall not find me , Post . daughter ...
Side 8
... 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.
... 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 13
... comes out , air comes in ; there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent . Clo . If my shirt were bloody , then to shift it . Have I hurt him ? 2. Lord . [ Aside . ] No , faith ; not so much as his patience . 1. Lord . Hurt him ...
... comes out , air comes in ; there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent . Clo . If my shirt were bloody , then to shift it . Have I hurt him ? 2. Lord . [ Aside . ] No , faith ; not so much as his patience . 1. Lord . Hurt him ...
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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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