CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side 9
... ring . ] Remain , remain thou here While sense can keep it on . And , sweetest , fairest , As I my poor self did exchange for you , To your so infinite loss , so in our trifles I still win of you ; for my sake wear this . It is a ...
... ring . ] Remain , remain thou here While sense can keep it on . And , sweetest , fairest , As I my poor self did exchange for you , To your so infinite loss , so in our trifles I still win of you ; for my sake wear this . It is a ...
Side 20
... 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 casual . A 20 Act I Cymbeline.
... 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 casual . A 20 Act I Cymbeline.
Side 21
... ring . Phi . Let us leave here , gentlemen . Post . Sir , with all my heart . This worthy 110 signior , I thank him , makes no stranger of me ; we are familiar at first . Iach . With five times so much conversation , I should get ground ...
... ring . Phi . Let us leave here , gentlemen . Post . Sir , with all my heart . This worthy 110 signior , I thank him , makes no stranger of me ; we are familiar at first . Iach . With five times so much conversation , I should get ground ...
Side 22
... ring , that , commend me to the court where your lady is , with no more advan- 140 tage than the opportunity of a second confer- ence , and I will bring from thence that honour of hers which you imagine so reserv'd . Post . I will wage ...
... ring , that , commend me to the court where your lady is , with no more advan- 140 tage than the opportunity of a second confer- ence , and I will bring from thence that honour of hers which you imagine so reserv'd . Post . I will wage ...
Side 23
... ring . Phi . I will have it no lay . Iach . By the gods , it is one . If I bring you no suf- 160 ficient testimony that I have enjoy'd the dearest bodily part of your mistress , my ten thousand ducats are yours ; so is your diamond too ...
... ring . Phi . I will have it no lay . Iach . By the gods , it is one . If I bring you no suf- 160 ficient testimony that I have enjoy'd the dearest bodily part of your mistress , my ten thousand ducats are yours ; so is your diamond too ...
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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.
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