CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 pages |
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... mistress ! O lady , weep no more , lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth become a man . I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth . My residence in Rome at one Philario's , Who to my father ...
... mistress ! O lady , weep no more , lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth become a man . I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth . My residence in Rome at one Philario's , Who to my father ...
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... mistresses ; this gentleman at that time vouching — and upon warrant of bloody affirmation - his to be more fair , virtuous , wise , chaste , constant , qualified , and less attempt- 65 able than any the rarest of our ladies in France ...
... mistresses ; this gentleman at that time vouching — and upon warrant of bloody affirmation - his to be more fair , virtuous , wise , chaste , constant , qualified , and less attempt- 65 able than any the rarest of our ladies in France ...
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... mistress is dead , or she's outpriz'd by a trifle . 85 Post . You are mistaken . The one may be sold , or given , or if there were wealth enough 90 for the purchase , or merit for the gift ; the other is not a thing for sale , and only ...
... mistress is dead , or she's outpriz'd by a trifle . 85 Post . You are mistaken . The one may be sold , or given , or if there were wealth enough 90 for the purchase , or merit for the gift ; the other is not a thing for sale , and only ...
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... mistress , if , in the holding or loss of that , you 105 term her frail . I do nothing doubt you have store of thieves ; notwithstanding , I fear not my ring . Phi . Let us leave here , gentlemen . Post . Sir , with all my heart . This ...
... mistress , if , in the holding or loss of that , you 105 term her frail . I do nothing doubt you have store of thieves ; notwithstanding , I fear not my ring . Phi . Let us leave here , gentlemen . Post . Sir , with all my heart . This ...
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... , and would undergo what's spoken , I swear . Post . Will you ? I shall but lend my diamond till your return . Let there be covenants 155 drawn between's . My mistress exceeds in goodness the hugeness 22 Act I Cymbeline.
... , and would undergo what's spoken , I swear . Post . Will you ? I shall but lend my diamond till your return . Let there be covenants 155 drawn between's . My mistress exceeds in goodness the hugeness 22 Act I Cymbeline.
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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...