CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side 3
... '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 ...
... '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
... 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 ...
... 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 9
... heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , When Imogen is dead . How , how ! another ? You gentle 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 ...
... heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , When Imogen is dead . How , how ! another ? You gentle 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 ...
Side 21
... heart . This worthy 110 signior , I thank him , makes no stranger of me ; we are familiar at first . Iach . With five times so much conversation , I should get ground of your fair mistress , make her go back , even to the yielding , had ...
... heart . This worthy 110 signior , I thank him , makes no stranger of me ; we are familiar at first . Iach . With five times so much conversation , I should get ground of your fair mistress , make her go back , even to the yielding , had ...
Side 25
... heart . Besides , the seeing these effects will be Both noisome and infectious . Queen . 25 O , content thee . Enter Pisanio . [ Aside . ] Here comes a flattering rascal ; upon him Will I first work . He's for his master , And enemy to ...
... heart . Besides , the seeing these effects will be Both noisome and infectious . Queen . 25 O , content thee . Enter Pisanio . [ Aside . ] Here comes a flattering rascal ; upon him Will I first work . He's for his master , And enemy to ...
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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...