CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 sider |
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Side 6
... not trace them ! 1. Gent . Howsoe'er ' tis strange , Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at , Yet is it true , sir . 2. Gent . I do well believe you . 1. Gent . We must forbear ; here comes the Cymbeline Act I.
... not trace them ! 1. Gent . Howsoe'er ' tis strange , Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at , Yet is it true , sir . 2. Gent . I do well believe you . 1. Gent . We must forbear ; here comes the Cymbeline Act I.
Side 14
... true election , she is damn'd . 1. Lord . Sir , as I told you always , her beauty and her brain go not together . She's a good sign , but I have seen small reflection of her wit . 2. Lord . [ Aside . ] She shines not upon fools , lest ...
... true election , she is damn'd . 1. Lord . Sir , as I told you always , her beauty and her brain go not together . She's a good sign , but I have seen small reflection of her wit . 2. Lord . [ Aside . ] She shines not upon fools , lest ...
Side 35
... true , As I have such a heart that both mine ears Must not in haste abuse if it be true , How should I be reveng'd ? - 125 130 Should he make me Live , like Diana's priest , betwixt cold sheets , Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps ...
... true , As I have such a heart that both mine ears Must not in haste abuse if it be true , How should I be reveng'd ? - 125 130 Should he make me Live , like Diana's priest , betwixt cold sheets , Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps ...
Side 47
... true man kill'd and saves the Nay , sometime hangs both thief and true man . thief , Sc . III 47 Cymbeline Save when command to your dismission tends, ...
... true man kill'd and saves the Nay , sometime hangs both thief and true man . thief , Sc . III 47 Cymbeline Save when command to your dismission tends, ...
Side 48
William Shakespeare Will David Howe. Nay , sometime hangs both thief and true man . What Can it not do and undo ? I will make One of her women lawyer to me , for I yet not understand the case myself . By your leave . 80 Knocks . Enter a ...
William Shakespeare Will David Howe. Nay , sometime hangs both thief and true man . What Can it not do and undo ? I will make One of her women lawyer to me , for I yet not understand the case myself . By your leave . 80 Knocks . Enter a ...
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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...