CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side viii
... sons were Guiderius and Arviragus . According to Holinshed , it was during the reign of Cymbeline's successor , Guiderius , that the Britons refused to pay tribute to Rome after Cæsar's death . Shakespeare places the incident during the ...
... sons were Guiderius and Arviragus . According to Holinshed , it was during the reign of Cymbeline's successor , Guiderius , that the Britons refused to pay tribute to Rome after Cæsar's death . Shakespeare places the incident during the ...
Side 2
... Son to the Queen by a former husband . POSTHUMUS LEONATUS , a gentleman , husband to Imogen . BELARIUS , a banished ... sons to Morgan . PHILARIO , friend to Posthumus , IACHIMO , friend to Philario , Italians . CAIUS LUCIUS , general ...
... Son to the Queen by a former husband . POSTHUMUS LEONATUS , a gentleman , husband to Imogen . BELARIUS , a banished ... sons to Morgan . PHILARIO , friend to Posthumus , IACHIMO , friend to Philario , Italians . CAIUS LUCIUS , general ...
Side 3
... son a widow That late he married ― 5 - hath referr'd herself She's Unto a poor but worthy gentleman . wedded , Her husband banish'd , she imprison'd ; all Is outward sorrow ; though I think the King Be touch'd at very heart . 3 2. Gent ...
... son a widow That late he married ― 5 - hath referr'd herself She's Unto a poor but worthy gentleman . wedded , Her husband banish'd , she imprison'd ; all Is outward sorrow ; though I think the King Be touch'd at very heart . 3 2. Gent ...
Side 5
... sons , who in the wars o ' the time 30 35 Died with their swords in hand ; for which their father , Then old and fond of issue , took such sorrow That he quit being , and his gentle lady , Big of this gentleman our theme , deceas'd As ...
... sons , who in the wars o ' the time 30 35 Died with their swords in hand ; for which their father , Then old and fond of issue , took such sorrow That he quit being , and his gentle lady , Big of this gentleman our theme , deceas'd As ...
Side 6
... sons , - if this be worth your hear- ing , Mark it the eldest of them at three years old , I ' the swathing - clothes the other , from their nursery Were stolen , and to this hour no guess in know- ledge Which way they went . 2. Gent ...
... sons , - if this be worth your hear- ing , Mark it the eldest of them at three years old , I ' the swathing - clothes the other , from their nursery Were stolen , and to this hour no guess in know- ledge Which way they went . 2. Gent ...
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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...