CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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... fair run of sixteen performances , and was re- vived in 1767 and in 1770 with the famous Mrs. Barry as Imogen . Henry Brooke rewrote the play in 1778. Since that date there have been numerous revivals of the original form , at the ...
... fair run of sixteen performances , and was re- vived in 1767 and in 1770 with the famous Mrs. Barry as Imogen . Henry Brooke rewrote the play in 1778. Since that date there have been numerous revivals of the original form , at the ...
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... fair an outward and such stuff within Endows a man but he . 2. Gent . You speak him far . 25 1. Gent . I do extend him , sir , within himself , Crush him together rather than unfold His measure duly . 2. Gent . What's his name and birth ...
... fair an outward and such stuff within Endows a man but he . 2. Gent . You speak him far . 25 1. Gent . I do extend him , sir , within himself , Crush him together rather than unfold His measure duly . 2. Gent . What's his name and birth ...
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... fair , virtuous , wise , chaste , constant , qualified , and less attempt- 65 able than any the rarest of our ladies in France . Iach . That lady is not now living , or this gen- tleman's opinion by this worn out . Post . She holds her ...
... fair , virtuous , wise , chaste , constant , qualified , and less attempt- 65 able than any the rarest of our ladies in France . Iach . That lady is not now living , or this gen- tleman's opinion by this worn out . Post . She holds her ...
Side 20
... fair and as good a kind of hand - in- 75 ― hand comparison had been something too fair and too good for any lady in Britain . If she went before others I have seen , as that diamond of yours outlustres many I have beheld , I could not ...
... fair and as good a kind of hand - in- 75 ― hand comparison had been something too fair and too good for any lady in Britain . If she went before others I have seen , as that diamond of yours outlustres many I have beheld , I could not ...
Side 21
... fair mistress , make her go back , even to the yielding , had I admit- 115 tance , and opportunity to friend . Post . No , no . Iach . I dare thereupon pawn the moiety of my estate to your ring ; which , in my opinion , o'er- values it ...
... fair mistress , make her go back , even to the yielding , had I admit- 115 tance , and opportunity to friend . Post . No , no . Iach . I dare thereupon pawn the moiety of my estate to your ring ; which , in my opinion , o'er- values it ...
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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...