CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side 3
... hath referr'd herself She's Unto a poor but worthy gentleman . wedded , Her husband banish'd , she imprison'd ; all Is outward sorrow ; though I think the King Be touch'd at very heart . 3 2. Gent . None but the King ? 1. Gent Cymbeline ...
... hath referr'd herself She's Unto a poor but worthy gentleman . wedded , Her husband banish'd , she imprison'd ; all Is outward sorrow ; though I think the King Be touch'd at very heart . 3 2. Gent . None but the King ? 1. Gent Cymbeline ...
Side 4
... hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at . 2. Gent . And why so ? 1. Gent . He that hath miss'd the Princess is a thing 16 Too bad for bad report ; and he that hath her I mean , that married her , alack , good man ! And ...
... hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at . 2. Gent . And why so ? 1. Gent . He that hath miss'd the Princess is a thing 16 Too bad for bad report ; and he that hath her I mean , that married her , alack , good man ! And ...
Side 7
... the garden , pitying The pangs of barr'd affections , though the King Hath charg'd you should not speak together . Dissembling courtesy ! How fine this tyrant Exit . Post . Can tickle where she wounds ! My dearest Sc . I 7 Cymbeline.
... the garden , pitying The pangs of barr'd affections , though the King Hath charg'd you should not speak together . Dissembling courtesy ! How fine this tyrant Exit . Post . Can tickle where she wounds ! My dearest Sc . I 7 Cymbeline.
Side 12
... be subject to , When't pleas'd you to employ me . Queen . Pis . This hath been Your faithful servant . I dare lay mine honour He will remain so . I humbly thank your Highness . 175 Queen . Pray , walk a while . Imo . 12 Act I Cymbeline.
... be subject to , When't pleas'd you to employ me . Queen . Pis . This hath been Your faithful servant . I dare lay mine honour He will remain so . I humbly thank your Highness . 175 Queen . Pray , walk a while . Imo . 12 Act I Cymbeline.
Side 13
... hath made you reek as a sacrifice . Where air comes out , air comes in ; there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent . Clo . If my shirt were bloody , then to shift it . Have I hurt him ? 2. Lord . [ Aside . ] No , faith ; not so ...
... hath made you reek as a sacrifice . Where air comes out , air comes in ; there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent . Clo . If my shirt were bloody , then to shift it . Have I hurt him ? 2. Lord . [ Aside . ] No , faith ; not so ...
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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...