The Tragedy of CymbelineYale University Press, 1924 - 166 sider |
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Side 4
... Exit . O 84 Can tickle where she wounds ! My dearest husband , I something fear my father's wrath ; but nothing , — Always reserv'd my holy duty , -what His rage can do on me . You must be gone ; And I shall here abide the hourly shot ...
... Exit . O 84 Can tickle where she wounds ! My dearest husband , I something fear my father's wrath ; but nothing , — Always reserv'd my holy duty , -what His rage can do on me . You must be gone ; And I shall here abide the hourly shot ...
Side 5
... [ Exit . ] Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The loathness to depart would grow . Adieu ! Imo . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself Such parting were too petty . Look here , love ...
... [ Exit . ] Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The loathness to depart would grow . Adieu ! Imo . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself Such parting were too petty . Look here , love ...
Side 6
... Exit . There cannot be a pinch in death O disloyal thing , More sharp than this is . Сут . That shouldst repair my youth , thou heap'st A year's age on me . Imo . I beseech you , sir , your vexation ; Harm not yourself with I am ...
... Exit . There cannot be a pinch in death O disloyal thing , More sharp than this is . Сут . That shouldst repair my youth , thou heap'st A year's age on me . Imo . I beseech you , sir , your vexation ; Harm not yourself with I am ...
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... puttock : kite 149 neat - herd's : cowherd's Nay , let her languish , 156 146 , 147 overbuys me . pays ; cf. n . 156 advice : consideration Die of this folly ! Queen . Exit [ Cymbeline The Tragedy of Cymbeline , I. i 7.
... puttock : kite 149 neat - herd's : cowherd's Nay , let her languish , 156 146 , 147 overbuys me . pays ; cf. n . 156 advice : consideration Die of this folly ! Queen . Exit [ Cymbeline The Tragedy of Cymbeline , I. i 7.
Side 8
William Shakespeare Samuel Burdett Hemingway. Die of this folly ! Queen . Exit [ Cymbeline with Lords ] . Fie ! you must give way . Enter Pisanio . Pis . My lord your son drew on my master . Queen . Here is your servant . How now , sir ...
William Shakespeare Samuel Burdett Hemingway. Die of this folly ! Queen . Exit [ Cymbeline with Lords ] . Fie ! you must give way . Enter Pisanio . Pis . My lord your son drew on my master . Queen . Here is your servant . How now , sir ...
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Arviragus attending Augustus Cæsar Belarius beseech blood Britain Britons brother Cadwal Cæsar call'd Cave cere court Cymbeline's Palace daughter dead death doth Dowden Enter Cloten Enter Cymbeline Enter Imogen Enter Pisanio Enter Posthumus Exeunt Exit eyes false father fear Folio fool Gaol Gaoler garment Gent gentleman give gods Gordian knot Grace Guiderius hast hath hear heart heaven Hecuba honour Iach Iachimo Julius Cæsar Jupiter king lady leave Leonatus look lord madam master Milford-Haven mistress mother never noble play poison'd Polydore poor Post pray princely prisoner prithee Procne Queen ring Roman Scene Shakespeare shalt Sici speak stand story sweet sword ta'en tender Tereus thee there's thing thou art thyself tribute true villain wager What's Wilt Winter's Tale woman word worthy
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