CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side viii
... death . Shakespeare places the incident during the reign of Cymbeline . He used the account of the destruction of Cæsar's ships ( III , i ) , and adapted from Holinshed's History of Scotland the description of the fight between the ...
... death . Shakespeare places the incident during the reign of Cymbeline . He used the account of the destruction of Cæsar's ships ( III , i ) , and adapted from Holinshed's History of Scotland the description of the fight between the ...
Side 9
... death ! [ Putting on the ring . ] Remain , remain thou here While sense can keep it on . And , sweetest , fairest , As I my poor self did exchange for you , To your so infinite loss , so in our trifles I still win of you ; for my sake ...
... death ! [ Putting on the ring . ] Remain , remain thou here While sense can keep it on . And , sweetest , fairest , As I my poor self did exchange for you , To your so infinite loss , so in our trifles I still win of you ; for my sake ...
Side 10
... death 130 More sharp than this is . O disloyal thing , That shouldst repair my youth , thou heap'st A year's age on me . I beseech you , sir , Harm not yourself with your vexation . I am senseless of your wrath ; a touch more rare ...
... death 130 More sharp than this is . O disloyal thing , That shouldst repair my youth , thou heap'st A year's age on me . I beseech you , sir , Harm not yourself with your vexation . I am senseless of your wrath ; a touch more rare ...
Side 24
... - pounds , Which are the movers of a languishing death , But though slow , deadly . Queen . I wonder , doctor , 10 Thou ask'st me such a question . Have I not been Cor . Thy pupil long ? Hast thou not learn'd 24 Act I Cymbeline.
... - pounds , Which are the movers of a languishing death , But though slow , deadly . Queen . I wonder , doctor , 10 Thou ask'st me such a question . Have I not been Cor . Thy pupil long ? Hast thou not learn'd 24 Act I Cymbeline.
Side 26
... death it makes , More than the locking - up the spirits a time , To be more fresh , reviving . She is fool'd With a most false effect ; and I the truer , So to be false with her . Queen . Until I send for thee . 40 No further service ...
... death it makes , More than the locking - up the spirits a time , To be more fresh , reviving . She is fool'd With a most false effect ; and I the truer , So to be false with her . Queen . Until I send for thee . 40 No further service ...
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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...