CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 pages |
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Page xi
... villain , the intriguing queen . More closely is it related to the other dramatic romances which seem to belong to the same date , The Winter's Tale and The Tempest , in the use of the sea and the open country , the incident of the lost ...
... villain , the intriguing queen . More closely is it related to the other dramatic romances which seem to belong to the same date , The Winter's Tale and The Tempest , in the use of the sea and the open country , the incident of the lost ...
Page 13
... in debt ; it went o ' the backside the town . Clo . The villain would not stand me . 2. Lord . [ Aside . ] No ; but he fled forward still , toward your face . 15 1. Lord . Stand you ! You have land enough Sc . II 13 Cymbeline.
... in debt ; it went o ' the backside the town . Clo . The villain would not stand me . 2. Lord . [ Aside . ] No ; but he fled forward still , toward your face . 15 1. Lord . Stand you ! You have land enough Sc . II 13 Cymbeline.
Page 72
... villains , whose false oaths prevail'd Before my perfect honour , swore to Cymbeline I was confederate with the Romans ; so Followed my banishment , and this twenty years This rock and these demesnes have been my world , Where I have ...
... villains , whose false oaths prevail'd Before my perfect honour , swore to Cymbeline I was confederate with the Romans ; so Followed my banishment , and this twenty years This rock and these demesnes have been my world , Where I have ...
Page 76
... of incontinency ; Thou then look'dst like a villain ; now methinks Thy favour's good enough . Some jay of Italy 51 Whose mother was her painting , hath betray'd him ! Pis . Poor I am stale , a garment out 76 Act III Cymbeline.
... of incontinency ; Thou then look'dst like a villain ; now methinks Thy favour's good enough . Some jay of Italy 51 Whose mother was her painting , hath betray'd him ! Pis . Poor I am stale , a garment out 76 Act III Cymbeline.
Page 80
... villain , ay , and singular in his art , Hath done you both this cursed injury . Imo . Some Roman courtezan . Pis . Imo . Pis . No , on my life . I'll give but notice you are dead , and send him Some bloody sign of it ; for ' tis ...
... villain , ay , and singular in his art , Hath done you both this cursed injury . Imo . Some Roman courtezan . Pis . Imo . Pis . No , on my life . I'll give but notice you are dead , and send him Some bloody sign of it ; for ' tis ...
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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...