CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side 12
... , When't pleas'd you to employ me . Queen . Pis . This hath been Your faithful servant . I dare lay mine honour He will remain so . I humbly thank your Highness . 175 Queen . Pray , walk a while . Imo . 12 Act I Cymbeline.
... , When't pleas'd you to employ me . Queen . Pis . This hath been Your faithful servant . I dare lay mine honour He will remain so . I humbly thank your Highness . 175 Queen . Pray , walk a while . Imo . 12 Act I Cymbeline.
Side 21
... thank him , makes no stranger of me ; we are familiar at first . Iach . With five times so much conversation , I should get ground of your fair mistress , make her go back , even to the yielding , had I admit- 115 tance , and ...
... thank him , makes no stranger of me ; we are familiar at first . Iach . With five times so much conversation , I should get ground of your fair mistress , make her go back , even to the yielding , had I admit- 115 tance , and ...
Side 29
... 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 . Boldness be my ...
... 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 . Boldness be my ...
Side 30
... thank- You are as welcome , worthy sir , as I Have words to bid you , and shall find it so 30 In all that I can do . Thanks , fairest lady . What , are men mad ? Hath nature given them eyes To see this vaulted arch , and the rich crop ...
... thank- You are as welcome , worthy sir , as I Have words to bid you , and shall find it so 30 In all that I can do . Thanks , fairest lady . What , are men mad ? Hath nature given them eyes To see this vaulted arch , and the rich crop ...
Side 31
... Thanks , madam ; well . [ To Pisanio . ] Beseech Pis . you , sir , desire My man's abode where I did leave him . He Is strange and peevish . To give him welcome . I was going , sir , Exit . Imo . Continues well my lord ? His health ...
... Thanks , madam ; well . [ To Pisanio . ] Beseech Pis . you , sir , desire My man's abode where I did leave him . He Is strange and peevish . To give him welcome . I was going , sir , Exit . Imo . Continues well my lord ? His health ...
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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...