The Tragedy of CymbelineYale University Press, 1924 - 166 sider |
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Side 4
... 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 lean'd : should submit 81 fetch a turn : take a walk 86 something : somewhat ...
... 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 lean'd : should submit 81 fetch a turn : take a walk 86 something : somewhat ...
Side 5
... 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 ; This diamond was my mother's ; take it , heart ; But keep it till ...
... 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 ; This diamond was my mother's ; take it , heart ; But keep it till ...
Side 28
... Live like Diana's priest , betwixt cold sheets , Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps , In your despite , upon your purse ? Revenge it . I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure , More noble than that runagate to your bed , And will ...
... Live like Diana's priest , betwixt cold sheets , Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps , In your despite , upon your purse ? Revenge it . I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure , More noble than that runagate to your bed , And will ...
Side 50
... Lives in men's eyes , and will to ears and tongues Be theme and hearing ever - was in this Britain , And conquer'd it , Cassibelan , thine uncle , - Famous in Cæsar's praises , no whit less Than in his feats deserving it , for him And ...
... Lives in men's eyes , and will to ears and tongues Be theme and hearing ever - was in this Britain , And conquer'd it , Cassibelan , thine uncle , - Famous in Cæsar's praises , no whit less Than in his feats deserving it , for him And ...
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... live ? Or in my life what comfort , when I am Dead to my husband ? Pis . 128 132 If you'll back to the court , - Imo . No court , no father ; nor no more ado With that harsh , noble , simple nothing ! ( exas avatest paver That Cloten ...
... live ? Or in my life what comfort , when I am Dead to my husband ? Pis . 128 132 If you'll back to the court , - Imo . No court , no father ; nor no more ado With that harsh , noble , simple nothing ! ( exas avatest paver That Cloten ...
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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.