CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side 3
... heavens than our courtiers Still seem as does the King . 2. Gent . But what's the matter ? 1. Gent . His daughter , and the heir of ' s kingdom , whom He purpos'd to his wife's sole son a widow That late he married ― 5 - hath referr'd ...
... heavens than our courtiers Still seem as does the King . 2. Gent . But what's the matter ? 1. Gent . His daughter , and the heir of ' s kingdom , whom He purpos'd to his wife's sole son a widow That late he married ― 5 - hath referr'd ...
Side 11
... heaven restore me ! Would I Cym . were A neat - herd's daughter , and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son ! ― Re - enter Queen . Thou foolish thing ! They were again together ; you have done 151 Not after our command . Away with ...
... heaven restore me ! Would I Cym . were A neat - herd's daughter , and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son ! ― Re - enter Queen . Thou foolish thing ! They were again together ; you have done 151 Not after our command . Away with ...
Side 16
... heaven for him ; or ere I could Give him that parting kiss which I had set Betwixt two charming words , comes in my father 35 And like the tyrannous breathing of the north Shakes all our buds from growing . Lady . Enter a Lady . The ...
... heaven for him ; or ere I could Give him that parting kiss which I had set Betwixt two charming words , comes in my father 35 And like the tyrannous breathing of the north Shakes all our buds from growing . Lady . Enter a Lady . The ...
Side 32
... heavens know , Some men are much to blame . Not he , I hope . Iach . Not he ; but yet heaven's bounty towards him might Be used more thankfully . In himself , ' tis much ; In you talents . which I account his ― - beyond all 80 Whilst I ...
... heavens know , Some men are much to blame . Not he , I hope . Iach . Not he ; but yet heaven's bounty towards him might Be used more thankfully . In himself , ' tis much ; In you talents . which I account his ― - beyond all 80 Whilst I ...
Side 41
... heavens hold firm The walls of thy dear honour , keep unshak'd That temple , thy fair mind , that thou mayst stand To enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land ! 70 SCENE II [ Imogen's bedchamber in Cymbeline's palace : a Exit . Sc ...
... heavens hold firm The walls of thy dear honour , keep unshak'd That temple , thy fair mind , that thou mayst stand To enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land ! 70 SCENE II [ Imogen's bedchamber in Cymbeline's palace : a Exit . Sc ...
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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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