CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side 9
... leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The loathness to depart would grow . Adieu ! Imo . Nay , stay a little ; Post . Were you but riding forth to air yourself , 110 Such parting were too petty . Look here , love ; This diamond ...
... leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The loathness to depart would grow . Adieu ! Imo . Nay , stay a little ; Post . Were you but riding forth to air yourself , 110 Such parting were too petty . Look here , love ; This diamond ...
Side 11
... Leave us to ourselves ; and make yourself some comfort Out of your best advice . 155 Nay , let her languish Exeunt [ Cymbeline and Lords ] . A drop of blood a day ; and , being aged , Die of this folly ! Queen . Enter Pisanio . Fie ...
... Leave us to ourselves ; and make yourself some comfort Out of your best advice . 155 Nay , let her languish Exeunt [ Cymbeline and Lords ] . A drop of blood a day ; and , being aged , Die of this folly ! Queen . Enter Pisanio . Fie ...
Side 13
... leave me . Exeunt . SCENE II [ The same . A public place . ] Enter Cloten and two Lords . 1. Lord . Sir , I would advise you to shift a shirt ; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice . Where air comes out , air comes ...
... leave me . Exeunt . SCENE II [ The same . A public place . ] Enter Cloten and two Lords . 1. Lord . Sir , I would advise you to shift a shirt ; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice . Where air comes out , air comes ...
Side 16
... leave of him , but had 25 Most pretty things to say . Ere I could tell him How I would think on him at certain hours Such thoughts and such , or I could make him swear The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest and his honour ...
... leave of him , but had 25 Most pretty things to say . Ere I could tell him How I would think on him at certain hours Such thoughts and such , or I could make him swear The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest and his honour ...
Side 18
... leave to appear hereafter , rather than story him in 35 his own hearing . French . Sir , we have known together in Orleans . Post . Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies , which I will be ever to pay and yet pay still ...
... leave to appear hereafter , rather than story him in 35 his own hearing . French . Sir , we have known together in Orleans . Post . Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies , which I will be ever to pay and yet pay still ...
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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...