The Tragedy of CymbelineYale University Press, 1924 - 166 sider |
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Side 5
... never do him wrong But he does buy my injuries , to be friends Pays dear for my offences . Post . 104 [ 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 ...
... never do him wrong But he does buy my injuries , to be friends Pays dear for my offences . Post . 104 [ 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 ...
Side 25
... never saw him sad . There is a Frenchman his companion , one , An eminent monsieur , that , it seems , much loves A Gallian girl at home ; he furnaces 60 64 The thick sighs from him , whiles the jolly Briton- Your lord , I mean - laughs ...
... never saw him sad . There is a Frenchman his companion , one , An eminent monsieur , that , it seems , much loves A Gallian girl at home ; he furnaces 60 64 The thick sighs from him , whiles the jolly Briton- Your lord , I mean - laughs ...
Side 36
... never give o'er . First , a very excellent good - con- ceited thing ; after , a wonderful sweet air , with admirable rich words to it : and then let her 20 consider . SONG . ' Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings , And Phoebus ...
... never give o'er . First , a very excellent good - con- ceited thing ; after , a wonderful sweet air , with admirable rich words to it : and then let her 20 consider . SONG . ' Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings , And Phoebus ...
Side 37
... never amend . [ Exeunt Musicians . ] 2. Lord . Here comes the king . Clo . I am glad I was up so late , for that's the reason I was up so early ; he cannot choose but take this service I have done fatherly . Enter Cymbeline and Queen ...
... never amend . [ Exeunt Musicians . ] 2. Lord . Here comes the king . Clo . I am glad I was up so late , for that's the reason I was up so early ; he cannot choose but take this service I have done fatherly . Enter Cymbeline and Queen ...
Side 41
... never can meet more mischance than come To be but nam'd of thee . His meanest garment That ever hath but clipp'd his body , is dearer In my respect than all the hairs above thee , Were they all made such men . How now , Pisanio ! Enter ...
... never can meet more mischance than come To be but nam'd of thee . His meanest garment That ever hath but clipp'd his body , is dearer In my respect than all the hairs above thee , Were they all made such men . How now , Pisanio ! Enter ...
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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.