CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side xi
... noble persons , with heroic actions , and are placed in foreign localities . Usually contrasting a story of gross sensual passion with one of idyllic love , they introduce a great variety of inci- dents and aim at constant but varied ...
... noble persons , with heroic actions , and are placed in foreign localities . Usually contrasting a story of gross sensual passion with one of idyllic love , they introduce a great variety of inci- dents and aim at constant but varied ...
Side 18
... noble friend of mine . How worthy he is I will 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 ...
... noble friend of mine . How worthy he is I will 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 ...
Side 29
... noble gentleman of Rome , Comes from my lord with letters . Iach . 10 Change you , madam ? The worthy Leonatus is in safety And greets your Highness dearly . [ Presents a letter . ] Thanks , good sir ; Imo . You're kindly welcome . Iach ...
... noble gentleman of Rome , Comes from my lord with letters . Iach . 10 Change you , madam ? The worthy Leonatus is in safety And greets your Highness dearly . [ Presents a letter . ] Thanks , good sir ; Imo . You're kindly welcome . Iach ...
Side 35
... noble than that runagate to your bed , And will continue fast to your affection , Still close as sure . 140 Imo . What , ho , Pisanio ! Iach . Let me my service tender on your lips . Imo . Away ! I do condemn mine ears that have So long ...
... noble than that runagate to your bed , And will continue fast to your affection , Still close as sure . 140 Imo . What , ho , Pisanio ! Iach . Let me my service tender on your lips . Imo . Away ! I do condemn mine ears that have So long ...
Side 37
... noble friends , Are partners in the business . Iach . Some dozen Romans of us and Imo . Iach . ― 180 185 Pray , what is't ? lord your The best feather of our wing - have mingled sums To buy a present for the Emperor ; Which I , the ...
... noble friends , Are partners in the business . Iach . Some dozen Romans of us and Imo . Iach . ― 180 185 Pray , what is't ? lord your The best feather of our wing - have mingled sums To buy a present for the Emperor ; Which I , the ...
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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...