CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side vii
... presents many difficulties and is thought by some to be a rough draft rather than a finished piece . Critics have long suspected the authenticity of certain passages of the play as we now have it , especially the Vision of Posthumus in ...
... presents many difficulties and is thought by some to be a rough draft rather than a finished piece . Critics have long suspected the authenticity of certain passages of the play as we now have it , especially the Vision of Posthumus in ...
Side ix
... present to fix upon any one form as offering more than suggestions to Shakespeare , especially in the later years of his pro- ductive career . A recent suggestion seems plausible , that an early anonymous play , printed in 1589 , The ...
... present to fix upon any one form as offering more than suggestions to Shakespeare , especially in the later years of his pro- ductive career . A recent suggestion seems plausible , that an early anonymous play , printed in 1589 , The ...
Side xii
... present play , one realizes how close , questions of indebtedness apart , is its relation to the contemporary productions of Shakespeare's younger rivals . Interpretation . ... 991 Perhaps no play better repays the student for a careful ...
... present play , one realizes how close , questions of indebtedness apart , is its relation to the contemporary productions of Shakespeare's younger rivals . Interpretation . ... 991 Perhaps no play better repays the student for a careful ...
Side 29
... [ Presents a letter . ] Thanks , good sir ; Imo . You're kindly welcome . Iach . [ Aside . ] All of her that is out of door most rich ! If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare , She is alone , the Arabian bird , and I Have lost the wager ...
... [ Presents a letter . ] Thanks , good sir ; Imo . You're kindly welcome . Iach . [ Aside . ] All of her that is out of door most rich ! If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare , She is alone , the Arabian bird , and I Have lost the wager ...
Side 37
... present for the Emperor ; Which I , the factor for the rest , have done In France . ' Tis plate of rare device , and jewels Of rich and exquisite form , their values great ; 190 And I am something curious , being strange , To have them ...
... present for the Emperor ; Which I , the factor for the rest , have done In France . ' Tis plate of rare device , and jewels Of rich and exquisite form , their values great ; 190 And I am something curious , being strange , To have them ...
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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...