CymbelineJames Forsyth, Leadenhall Street, and John Greig, High Street, Edinburgh, 1811 |
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... . Lady . How ! my good name ? or to report of you What I shall think is good ? —The princess-- Enter IMOGEN . Clo . Good - morrow , fairest sister : Your sweet hand . Imo . Good - morrow , sir : You lay SCENE III . 35 CYMBELINE .
... . Lady . How ! my good name ? or to report of you What I shall think is good ? —The princess-- Enter IMOGEN . Clo . Good - morrow , fairest sister : Your sweet hand . Imo . Good - morrow , sir : You lay SCENE III . 35 CYMBELINE .
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... sister ; I you brothers , When you were so indeed . Cym . Did you e'er meet ? Arv . Ay , my good lord . Gui . And at first meeting lov'd ; Continued so , until we thought he died . Cor . By the queen's dram she swallow'd . Cym . O rare ...
... sister ; I you brothers , When you were so indeed . Cym . Did you e'er meet ? Arv . Ay , my good lord . Gui . And at first meeting lov'd ; Continued so , until we thought he died . Cor . By the queen's dram she swallow'd . Cym . O rare ...
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... sister's honour , and our own . Mar. That , on mine honour , here I do protest . Sat. Away , and talk not ; trouble us no more.— Tam . Nay , nay , sweet emperor , we must all be friends : The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace ; I ...
... sister's honour , and our own . Mar. That , on mine honour , here I do protest . Sat. Away , and talk not ; trouble us no more.— Tam . Nay , nay , sweet emperor , we must all be friends : The tribune and his nephews kneel for grace ; I ...
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... sister , who hath martyr'd thee ? Mar. O , that delightful engine of her thoughts , That blab'd them with such pleasing eloquence , Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage ; Where , like a sweet melodious bird , it sung Sweet varied ...
... sister , who hath martyr'd thee ? Mar. O , that delightful engine of her thoughts , That blab'd them with such pleasing eloquence , Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage ; Where , like a sweet melodious bird , it sung Sweet varied ...
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... sister makes.- Gentle Lavinia , let me kiss thy lips ; Or make some signs how I may do thee ease : Shall thy good uncle , and thy brother Lucius , And thou , and I , sit round about some fountain ; Looking all downwards , to behold our ...
... sister makes.- Gentle Lavinia , let me kiss thy lips ; Or make some signs how I may do thee ease : Shall thy good uncle , and thy brother Lucius , And thou , and I , sit round about some fountain ; Looking all downwards , to behold our ...
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Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth duke of Cornwall Edmund emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool friends Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius Lysimachus madam Marcus Marina master mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pericles Pisanio poison'd poor Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre queen Regan revenge Roman Rome Saturninus SCENE sons sorrow speak Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell Thaisa thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS villain
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Side 81 - Sc. 2. no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. 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 378 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Side 352 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these?
Side 307 - This is the excellent foppery of the world ! that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behaviour,) we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, and the stars...
Side 382 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are Centaurs, Though women all above : But to the girdle do the gods inherit, Beneath is all the fiends' ; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption ; — fie, fie, fie ! pah, pah ! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination : there's money for thee.
Side 297 - For, by the sacred radiance of the sun ; The mysteries of Hecate, and the night : By all the operations of the orbs, From whom we do exist, and cease to be : Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee, from this, for ever.
Side 296 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, They love you, all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry Half my love with him, half my care, and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Side 33 - SONG Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus gins arise His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes; With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise, Arise, arise.
Side 378 - ... down Hangs one that gathers samphire, — dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yond...
Side 390 - Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly, I fear, I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks, I should know you, and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful: for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night : Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.