CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side 2
... court . Two Gentlemen of the same . Two Gaolers . QUEEN , wife to Cymbeline . IMOGEN , daughter to Cymbeline by a former Queen . HELEN , a lady attending on Imogen . Lords , Ladies , Roman Senators , Tribunes , a Soothsayer , a Dutchman ...
... court . Two Gentlemen of the same . Two Gaolers . QUEEN , wife to Cymbeline . IMOGEN , daughter to Cymbeline by a former Queen . HELEN , a lady attending on Imogen . Lords , Ladies , Roman Senators , Tribunes , a Soothsayer , a Dutchman ...
Side 5
... court Which rare it is to do most prais'd , most lov'd , A sample to the youngest , to the more mature A glass that feated them , and to the graver A child that guided dotards ; to his mis- tress , 50 For whom he now is banish'd ...
... court Which rare it is to do most prais'd , most lov'd , A sample to the youngest , to the more mature A glass that feated them , and to the graver A child that guided dotards ; to his mis- tress , 50 For whom he now is banish'd ...
Side 10
... court With thy unworthiness , thou diest . Away ! Thou'rt poison to my blood . 125 Post . The gods protect you ! And bless the good remainders of the court ! Imo . Cym . Imo . Cym . I am gone . Exit . There cannot be a pinch in death ...
... court With thy unworthiness , thou diest . Away ! Thou'rt poison to my blood . 125 Post . The gods protect you ! And bless the good remainders of the court ! Imo . Cym . Imo . Cym . I am gone . Exit . There cannot be a pinch in death ...
Side 22
... court where your lady is , with no more advan- 140 tage than the opportunity of a second confer- ence , and I will bring from thence that honour of hers which you imagine so reserv'd . Post . I will wage against your gold , gold to it ...
... court where your lady is , with no more advan- 140 tage than the opportunity of a second confer- ence , and I will bring from thence that honour of hers which you imagine so reserv'd . Post . I will wage against your gold , gold to it ...
Side 36
... court to mart As in a Romish stew , and to expound His beastly mind to us , he hath a court He little cares for and a daughter who 150 He not respects at all . What , ho , Pisanio ! 155 Iach . O happy Leonatus ! I may say . The credit ...
... court to mart As in a Romish stew , and to expound His beastly mind to us , he hath a court He little cares for and a daughter who 150 He not respects at all . What , ho , Pisanio ! 155 Iach . O happy Leonatus ! I may say . The credit ...
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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 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.
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