CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side 15
... thee ? It was his queen , his queen ! And kiss'd it , madam . Imo . Then wav'd his handkerchief ? Pis . Imo . Senseless linen ! happier therein than I ! And that was all ? Pis . No , madam ; for so long As he could make me with this eye ...
... thee ? It was his queen , his queen ! And kiss'd it , madam . Imo . Then wav'd his handkerchief ? Pis . Imo . Senseless linen ! happier therein than I ! And that was all ? Pis . No , madam ; for so long As he could make me with this eye ...
Side 25
... thee . Enter Pisanio . [ Aside . ] Here comes a flattering rascal ; upon him Will I first work . He's for his master , And enemy to my son . How now , Pisanio ! Doctor , your service for this time is ended ; 30 Take your own way . Cor ...
... thee . Enter Pisanio . [ Aside . ] Here comes a flattering rascal ; upon him Will I first work . He's for his master , And enemy to my son . How now , Pisanio ! Doctor , your service for this time is ended ; 30 Take your own way . Cor ...
Side 26
... thee , a word . Cor . [ Aside . ] I do not like her . She doth think she has Strange ling'ring poisons . I do know her spirit , And will not trust one of her malice with A drug of such damn'd nature . Those she has Will stupefy and dull ...
... thee , a word . Cor . [ Aside . ] I do not like her . She doth think she has Strange ling'ring poisons . I do know her spirit , And will not trust one of her malice with A drug of such damn'd nature . Those she has Will stupefy and dull ...
Side 27
... thee . 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 ...
... thee . 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 ...
Side 28
... thee well , Pisanio ; Think on my words . Exeunt Queen and Ladies . Pis . And shall do ; 85 But when to my good lord I prove untrue , I'll choke myself . There's all I'll do for you . SCENE VI [ The same . Another room in the palace ...
... thee well , Pisanio ; Think on my words . Exeunt Queen and Ladies . Pis . And shall do ; 85 But when to my good lord I prove untrue , I'll choke myself . There's all I'll do for you . SCENE VI [ The same . Another room in the palace ...
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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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