The Tragedy of CymbelineYale University Press, 1924 - 166 sider |
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... gone ; And I shall here abide the hourly shot Of angry eyes , not comforted to live , But that there is this jewel in the world That I may see again . Post . 69 S.d .; cf. n . My queen ! my mistress ! 71 After the slander : in accord 78 ...
... gone ; And I shall here abide the hourly shot Of angry eyes , not comforted to live , But that there is this jewel in the world That I may see again . Post . 69 S.d .; cf. n . My queen ! my mistress ! 71 After the slander : in accord 78 ...
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... gone . Imo . The gods protect you 128 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 ...
... gone . Imo . The gods protect you 128 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 ...
Side 36
... penetrate : touch the heart 24 28 23 Phœbus : the sun 25 chalic'd : having cup - like blossoms 26 winking : with eyes shut Mary - buds : buds of marigolds So , get you gone . If this penetrate , 36 The Tragedy of Cymbeline , II . iii.
... penetrate : touch the heart 24 28 23 Phœbus : the sun 25 chalic'd : having cup - like blossoms 26 winking : with eyes shut Mary - buds : buds of marigolds So , get you gone . If this penetrate , 36 The Tragedy of Cymbeline , II . iii.
Side 37
William Shakespeare Samuel Burdett Hemingway. So , get you gone . If this penetrate , I will con- sider your music the better ; if it do not , it is 32 a vice in her ears , which horse - hairs and calves'- guts , nor the voice of unpaved ...
William Shakespeare Samuel Burdett Hemingway. So , get you gone . If this penetrate , I will con- sider your music the better ; if it do not , it is 32 a vice in her ears , which horse - hairs and calves'- guts , nor the voice of unpaved ...
Side 41
... gone to tell my lord That I kiss aught but he . Pis . 129 pantler : pantry servant ' shrew me " Twill not be lost . 148 152 132 dignified : given dignity 133 , 134 made Comparative for : compared with 136 preferr'd : advanced 139 clipp ...
... gone to tell my lord That I kiss aught but he . Pis . 129 pantler : pantry servant ' shrew me " Twill not be lost . 148 152 132 dignified : given dignity 133 , 134 made Comparative for : compared with 136 preferr'd : advanced 139 clipp ...
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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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Side 62 - 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 90 - 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...
Side 92 - 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.