The Tragedy of CymbelineYale University Press, 1924 - 166 sider |
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... heavens than our courtiers Still seem as does the king . 2. Gent . But what's the matter ? 1. Gent . His daughter , and the heir of ' s kingdom , whom He purpos'd to his wife's sole son , - -a widow That late he married , -hath referr'd ...
... heavens than our courtiers Still seem as does the king . 2. Gent . But what's the matter ? 1. Gent . His daughter , and the heir of ' s kingdom , whom He purpos'd to his wife's sole son , - -a widow That late he married , -hath referr'd ...
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... heaven restore me ! were A neat - herd's daughter , and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son ! Cym . Thou foolish thing ! Enter Queen . They were again together : you have done Not after our command . Away with her , And pen her up ...
... heaven restore me ! were A neat - herd's daughter , and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son ! Cym . Thou foolish thing ! Enter Queen . They were again together : you have done Not after our command . Away with her , And pen her up ...
Side 12
... heaven for him ; or ere I could Give him that parting kiss which I had set Betwixt two charming words , comes in my father , And like the tyrannous breathing of the north Shakes all our buds from growing . 36 Tyrfan / nous ) Lady ...
... heaven for him ; or ere I could Give him that parting kiss which I had set Betwixt two charming words , comes in my father , And like the tyrannous breathing of the north Shakes all our buds from growing . 36 Tyrfan / nous ) Lady ...
Side 25
... heavens know , Some men are much to blame . Imo . Not he , I hope . 76 Iach . Not he ; but yet heaven's bounty towards him might Be us'd more thankfully . In himself , ' tis much ; In you , which I account his beyond all talents , — 80 ...
... heavens know , Some men are much to blame . Imo . Not he , I hope . 76 Iach . Not he ; but yet heaven's bounty towards him might Be us'd more thankfully . In himself , ' tis much ; In you , which I account his beyond all talents , — 80 ...
Side 33
... heavens hold firm The walls of thy dear honour ; keep unshak'd That temple , thy fair mind ; that thou mayst stand , To enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land ! Exeunt [ Lords ] . 72 Scene Two [ A Bedchamber ; in one part of it a ...
... heavens hold firm The walls of thy dear honour ; keep unshak'd That temple , thy fair mind ; that thou mayst stand , To enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land ! Exeunt [ Lords ] . 72 Scene Two [ A Bedchamber ; in one part of it a ...
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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 reveng'd ring Roman Scene Shakespeare shalt Sici speak stand story 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.
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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.