CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side xi
... into a number of theatrically telling situations , 1A . H. Thorndike , The Influence of Beaumont and Fletcher on Shakespere , Worcester , Mass . , 1901 . which lead by a series of surprises to very effective Introduction xi.
... into a number of theatrically telling situations , 1A . H. Thorndike , The Influence of Beaumont and Fletcher on Shakespere , Worcester , Mass . , 1901 . which lead by a series of surprises to very effective Introduction xi.
Side 6
... tell 55 His only child . He had two 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 ...
... tell 55 His only child . He had two 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 ...
Side 16
... 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 , or have charg'd him , 30 At the sixth hour of morn , at noon , at ...
... 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 , or have charg'd him , 30 At the sixth hour of morn , at noon , at ...
Side 26
... will not quench and let instructions enter Where folly now possesses ? Do thou work . When thou shalt bring me word she loves my son , I'll tell thee on the instant thou art then 50 As great as is thy master , - greater , 26 Act I ...
... will not quench and let instructions enter Where folly now possesses ? Do thou work . When thou shalt bring me word she loves my son , I'll tell thee on the instant thou art then 50 As great as is thy master , - greater , 26 Act I ...
Side 27
... Tell thy mistress how The case stands with her ; do't as from thyself . Think what a chance thou changest on , but think Thou hast thy mistress still ; to boot , my son , Who shall take notice of thee . I'll move the King To any shape ...
... Tell thy mistress how The case stands with her ; do't as from thyself . Think what a chance thou changest on , but think Thou hast thy mistress still ; to boot , my son , Who shall take notice of thee . I'll move the King To any shape ...
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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...