CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side 9
... gods , give me but this I have , 115 And cere up my embracements from a next With bonds of death ! [ Putting on the ring . ] Remain , remain thou here While sense can keep it on . And , sweetest , fairest , As I my poor self did ...
... gods , give me but this I have , 115 And cere up my embracements from a next With bonds of death ! [ Putting on the ring . ] Remain , remain thou here While sense can keep it on . And , sweetest , fairest , As I my poor self did ...
Side 10
... 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 130 More sharp than this is . O disloyal thing , That shouldst repair my youth , thou heap'st A ...
... 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 130 More sharp than this is . O disloyal thing , That shouldst repair my youth , thou heap'st A ...
Side 20
... gods . Iach . Which the gods have given you ? Post . Which , by their graces , I will keep . Iach . You may wear her in title yours ; but , you know , strange fowl light upon neighbour- ing ponds . Your ring may be stolen too ; so your ...
... gods . Iach . Which the gods have given you ? Post . Which , by their graces , I will keep . Iach . You may wear her in title yours ; but , you know , strange fowl light upon neighbour- ing ponds . Your ring may be stolen too ; so your ...
Side 23
... gods , it is one . If I bring you no suf- 160 ficient testimony that I have enjoy'd the dearest bodily part of your mistress , my ten thousand ducats are yours ; so is your diamond too . If I come off , and leave her in such honour as ...
... gods , it is one . If I bring you no suf- 160 ficient testimony that I have enjoy'd the dearest bodily part of your mistress , my ten thousand ducats are yours ; so is your diamond too . If I come off , and leave her in such honour as ...
Side 33
... gods to venge it , Not mine to speak on't . You do seem to know 90 Something of me , or what concerns me : pray you , Since doubting things go ill often hurts more 95 Than to be sure they do ; for certainties Either are past remedies ...
... gods to venge it , Not mine to speak on't . You do seem to know 90 Something of me , or what concerns me : pray you , Since doubting things go ill often hurts more 95 Than to be sure they do ; for certainties Either are past remedies ...
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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...