CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 pages |
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Page 15
... have made him As little as a crow , or less , ere left To after - eye him . Madam , so I did . 15 Imo . I would have broke mine eye - strings ; crack'd them , but To look upon him , till the diminution Pis . Sc . III 15 Cymbeline.
... have made him As little as a crow , or less , ere left To after - eye him . Madam , so I did . 15 Imo . I would have broke mine eye - strings ; crack'd them , but To look upon him , till the diminution Pis . Sc . III 15 Cymbeline.
Page 17
... less furnish'd than now he is with that which makes him both without and within . French . I have seen him in France . We had very many there could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he . 10 Iach . This matter of marrying his king's ...
... less furnish'd than now he is with that which makes him both without and within . French . I have seen him in France . We had very many there could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he . 10 Iach . This matter of marrying his king's ...
Page 18
... less quality . But how comes it he is to sojourn with you ? How creeps acquaintance ? 25 Phi . His father and I were soldiers together ; to whom I have been often bound for no less than my life . Enter Posthumus . Here comes the Briton ...
... less quality . But how comes it he is to sojourn with you ? How creeps acquaintance ? 25 Phi . His father and I were soldiers together ; to whom I have been often bound for no less than my life . Enter Posthumus . Here comes the Briton ...
Page 19
... less attempt- 65 able than any the rarest of our ladies in France . Iach . That lady is not now living , or this gen- tleman's opinion by this worn out . Post . She holds her virtue still , and I my mind . Iach . You must not so far ...
... less attempt- 65 able than any the rarest of our ladies in France . Iach . That lady is not now living , or this gen- tleman's opinion by this worn out . Post . She holds her virtue still , and I my mind . Iach . You must not so far ...
Page 60
... less , but , - Like a full - acorn'd boar , a German one , 15 Cried " O ! " and mounted ; found no opposition But what he look'd for should oppose and she Should from encounter guard . Could I find out The woman's part in me ! For ...
... less , but , - Like a full - acorn'd boar , a German one , 15 Cried " O ! " and mounted ; found no opposition But what he look'd for should oppose and she Should from encounter guard . Could I find out The woman's part in me ! For ...
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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
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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...