The Tragedy of CymbelineYale University Press, 1924 - 166 sider |
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Side 3
... tell me , Is she sole child to the king ? His only child . 1. Gent . He had two sons , -if this be worth your hearing , Mark it , —the eldest of them at three years old , 48 52 56 I ' the swathing clothes the other , from their nursery ...
... tell me , Is she sole child to the king ? His only child . 1. Gent . He had two sons , -if this be worth your hearing , Mark it , —the eldest of them at three years old , 48 52 56 I ' the swathing clothes the other , from their nursery ...
Side 11
... tell him How I would think on him at certain hours 24 Such thoughts and such , or I could make him swear 28 The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest and his honour , or have charg'd him , At the sixth hour of morn , at noon ...
... tell him How I would think on him at certain hours 24 Such thoughts and such , or I could make him swear 28 The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest and his honour , or have charg'd him , At the sixth hour of morn , at noon ...
Side 13
... with so little rank 31 knowing : experience 38 known together : known each other • · matter ; cf. n . 30 suits : accords 36 story : tell the story of for courtesies , which I will be ever to pay The Tragedy of Cymbeline , I. iv 13.
... with so little rank 31 knowing : experience 38 known together : known each other • · matter ; cf. n . 30 suits : accords 36 story : tell the story of for courtesies , which I will be ever to pay The Tragedy of Cymbeline , I. iv 13.
Side 21
... tell thee on the instant thou art then As great as is thy master ; greater , for His fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp ; return he cannot , nor Continue where he is ; to shift his being Is to exchange one misery ...
... tell thee on the instant thou art then As great as is thy master ; greater , for His fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp ; return he cannot , nor Continue where he is ; to shift his being Is to exchange one misery ...
Side 39
... telling you that I am poor of thanks And scarce can spare them . Clo . 92 Still , I swear I love you . Imo . If you but said so , ' twere as deep with me : 96 If you swear still , your recompense is still That I regard it not . Clo ...
... telling you that I am poor of thanks And scarce can spare them . Clo . 92 Still , I swear I love you . Imo . If you but said so , ' twere as deep with me : 96 If you swear still , your recompense is still That I regard it not . Clo ...
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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.