CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side 9
... 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 , remain thou ...
... 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 , remain thou ...
Side 15
... keep The deck , with glove , or hat , or handkerchief , Still waving , as the fits and stirs of's mind Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on , How swift his ship . Imo . Pis . 10 Thou shouldst have made him As little as a crow ...
... keep The deck , with glove , or hat , or handkerchief , Still waving , as the fits and stirs of's mind Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on , How swift his ship . Imo . Pis . 10 Thou shouldst have made him As little as a crow ...
Side 20
... 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 brace of unprizable estimations , the one is 96 95 Post . but frail and the other ...
... 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 brace of unprizable estimations , the one is 96 95 Post . but frail and the other ...
Side 37
... in them , I will keep them 195 In my bedchamber . Attended by my men . They are in a trunk , I will make bold To send them to you , only for this night ; I must aboard to - morrow . Imo . O , no , no . Iach . Sc . VI 37 Cymbeline.
... in them , I will keep them 195 In my bedchamber . Attended by my men . They are in a trunk , I will make bold To send them to you , only for this night ; I must aboard to - morrow . Imo . O , no , no . Iach . Sc . VI 37 Cymbeline.
Side 41
... 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 . I 41 Cymbeline Clo. Not easily, I think. ...
... 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 . I 41 Cymbeline Clo. Not easily, I think. ...
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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...