CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side 14
... fall of an ass , which is no great hurt . Clo . You'll go with us ? 1. Lord . I'll attend your lordship . Clo . Nay , come , let's go together . 2. Lord . Well , my lord . 30 35 40 Exeunt . SCENE III [ A room in Cymbeline's palace ...
... fall of an ass , which is no great hurt . Clo . You'll go with us ? 1. Lord . I'll attend your lordship . Clo . Nay , come , let's go together . 2. Lord . Well , my lord . 30 35 40 Exeunt . SCENE III [ A room in Cymbeline's palace ...
Side 65
... fall in the adven- ture , our crows shall fare the better for you ; and there's an end . Luc . So , sir . 80 85 Exeunt . Cym . I know your master's pleasure and he mine : All the remain is " Welcome ! " F SCENE II [ Another room in the ...
... fall in the adven- ture , our crows shall fare the better for you ; and there's an end . Luc . So , sir . 80 85 Exeunt . Cym . I know your master's pleasure and he mine : All the remain is " Welcome ! " F SCENE II [ Another room in the ...
Side 66
... fall'n into thy ear ! What false Italian , As poisonous - tongu'd as handed , hath prevail'd 5 On thy too ready hearing ? Disloyal ? No ! She's punish'd for her truth , and undergoes , More goddess - like than wife - like , such ...
... fall'n into thy ear ! What false Italian , As poisonous - tongu'd as handed , hath prevail'd 5 On thy too ready hearing ? Disloyal ? No ! She's punish'd for her truth , and undergoes , More goddess - like than wife - like , such ...
Side 71
... falling , or so slipp'ry that The fear's as bad as falling ; the toil o ' the war , A pain that only seems to seek out danger 40 45 50 Gui . I ' the name of fame and honour Sc . III 71 Cymbeline.
... falling , or so slipp'ry that The fear's as bad as falling ; the toil o ' the war , A pain that only seems to seek out danger 40 45 50 Gui . I ' the name of fame and honour Sc . III 71 Cymbeline.
Side 94
... fall'n in this offence . Prithee , fair youth , Think us no churls , nor measure our good minds 65 By this rude place we live in . Well encounter'd ! ' Tis almost night : you shall have better cheer Ere you depart ; and thanks to stay ...
... fall'n in this offence . Prithee , fair youth , Think us no churls , nor measure our good minds 65 By this rude place we live in . Well encounter'd ! ' Tis almost night : you shall have better cheer Ere you depart ; and thanks to stay ...
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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...