The Tragedy of CymbelineYale University Press, 1924 - 166 sider |
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... looks , hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at . 2. Gent . And why so ? 4 12 1. Gent . He that hath miss'd the princess is a thing 1-3 our bloods 16 king ; cf. n . 3 Still : continually 6 referr'd : committed 13 to the ...
... looks , hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at . 2. Gent . And why so ? 4 12 1. Gent . He that hath miss'd the princess is a thing 1-3 our bloods 16 king ; cf. n . 3 Still : continually 6 referr'd : committed 13 to the ...
Side 5
... Look here , love ; This diamond was my mother's ; take it , heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , • When Imogen is dead . Post . How ! how ! another ? You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And cere up my embracements ...
... Look here , love ; This diamond was my mother's ; take it , heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , • When Imogen is dead . Post . How ! how ! another ? You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And cere up my embracements ...
Side 10
... That he spake to thee ? Pis . 34 a good sign : fair to look at 4 As offer'd mercy is ; cf. n It was his queen , his queen ! 36 , 37 Cf. n . Imo . Then wav'd his handkerchief ? Pis . And 10 The Tragedy of Cymbeline , I. iii.
... That he spake to thee ? Pis . 34 a good sign : fair to look at 4 As offer'd mercy is ; cf. n It was his queen , his queen ! 36 , 37 Cf. n . Imo . Then wav'd his handkerchief ? Pis . And 10 The Tragedy of Cymbeline , I. iii.
Side 11
... look upon him , till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle , Nay , follow'd him till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air , and then Have turn'd mine eye , and wept . When shall we hear from him ? Pis ...
... look upon him , till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle , Nay , follow'd him till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air , and then Have turn'd mine eye , and wept . When shall we hear from him ? Pis ...
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... look on me : what wrack discern you in me Deserves your pity ? Iach . Lamentable ! What ! To hide me from the radiant sun and solace I ' the dungeon by a snuff ! Imo . I pray you , sir , Deliver with more openness your answers demands ...
... look on me : what wrack discern you in me Deserves your pity ? Iach . Lamentable ! What ! To hide me from the radiant sun and solace I ' the dungeon by a snuff ! Imo . I pray you , sir , Deliver with more openness your answers demands ...
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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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