CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 pages |
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... hence to - day . Queen . Imo . Please your Highness , You know the peril . 81 I'll fetch a turn about the garden , pitying The pangs of barr'd affections , though the King Hath charg'd you should not speak together . Dissembling ...
... hence to - day . Queen . Imo . Please your Highness , You know the peril . 81 I'll fetch a turn about the garden , pitying The pangs of barr'd affections , though the King Hath charg'd you should not speak together . Dissembling ...
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... place it Upon this fairest prisoner . 120 [ Putting a bracelet upon her arm . ] O the gods ! Imo . When shall we see again ? Enter Cymbeline and Lords . Post . Alack , the King ! Cym . Thou basest thing , avoid ! Hence , Sc . I Cymbeline.
... place it Upon this fairest prisoner . 120 [ Putting a bracelet upon her arm . ] O the gods ! Imo . When shall we see again ? Enter Cymbeline and Lords . Post . Alack , the King ! Cym . Thou basest thing , avoid ! Hence , Sc . I Cymbeline.
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William Shakespeare Will David Howe. Cym . Thou basest thing , avoid ! Hence , from my sight ! If after this command thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness , thou diest . Away ! Thou'rt poison to my blood . 125 Post . The gods ...
William Shakespeare Will David Howe. Cym . Thou basest thing , avoid ! Hence , from my sight ! If after this command thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness , thou diest . Away ! Thou'rt poison to my blood . 125 Post . The gods ...
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... hence , I pray you , speak with me ; you shall at least Go see my lord aboard . For this time leave me . Exeunt . SCENE II [ The same . A public place . ] Enter Cloten and two Lords . 1. Lord . Sir , I would advise you to shift a shirt ...
... hence , I pray you , speak with me ; you shall at least Go see my lord aboard . For this time leave me . Exeunt . SCENE II [ The same . A public place . ] Enter Cloten and two Lords . 1. Lord . Sir , I would advise you to shift a shirt ...
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... hence , and for the gap That we shall make in time , from our hence - go- ing 65 And our return , to excuse . But first , how get hence ? Why should excuse be born or ere begot ? We'll talk of that hereafter . Prithee , speak , Pis ...
... hence , and for the gap That we shall make in time , from our hence - go- ing 65 And our return , to excuse . But first , how get hence ? Why should excuse be born or ere begot ? We'll talk of that hereafter . Prithee , speak , Pis ...
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Arviragus Attendants Augustus Cæsar banish'd Belarius beseech blood Britain Britons brother Cadwal Cæsar call'd Cassibelan cave Cloten conj court Cymbeline's palace dead death do't doth Dowden Enter Cymbeline Enter Pisanio Enter Posthumus Exeunt Exit eyes false father fear fessor of English fool Gaol Gaoler garment Gent gentleman gods Guiderius hast hath hear heart heavens Holinshed honour Iach Iachimo is't Julius Cæsar Jupiter King lady leave Leonatus look lord Lud's madam master Milford-Haven mistress mother noble on't Ph.D Philario Philaster play poison'd Polydore Post pray princely prisoner Prithee Professor of Eng Professor of English Queen Re-enter ring Roman Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt Sici speak stand sword ta'en tender thank thee there's thing thou art true turn'd villain wager What's WILLIAM ALLAN NEILSON Wilt Winter's Tale
Popular passages
Page 76 - 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.
Page 111 - 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.
Page 71 - What should we speak of When we are old as you ? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away ? We have seen nothing...
Page 109 - 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...