Cymbeline, King of Britain: A Play in Five ActsSamuel French, 1864 - 86 pages |
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... fall so low that they even cover their mouths . Their garments are very strange , for they wear party - coloured tunics ( flowered with various colours in divisions ) and hose which they call Bracha . † They likewise • * One found at ...
... fall so low that they even cover their mouths . Their garments are very strange , for they wear party - coloured tunics ( flowered with various colours in divisions ) and hose which they call Bracha . † They likewise • * One found at ...
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... fall of an ass , which is no great hurt . ( aside ) CLOTEN . You'll go with us ? LOCRINE . I'll attend your lordship . CLOTEN . Nay , come , let's go together . MADAN . Well , my lord . Exeunt , L. SCENE THIRD . - A Room in Cymbeline's ...
... fall of an ass , which is no great hurt . ( aside ) CLOTEN . You'll go with us ? LOCRINE . I'll attend your lordship . CLOTEN . Nay , come , let's go together . MADAN . Well , my lord . Exeunt , L. SCENE THIRD . - A Room in Cymbeline's ...
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... fall in the adventure , our crows shall fare the better for you ; and there's an end . Lucius . So , sir . CYMBEL . I know your master's pleasure , and he minc . All the remain is , welcome . ( Flourish - Tableau , and closed in by ...
... fall in the adventure , our crows shall fare the better for you ; and there's an end . Lucius . So , sir . CYMBEL . I know your master's pleasure , and he minc . All the remain is , welcome . ( Flourish - Tableau , and closed in by ...
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... falling , or so slippery that The fear's as bad as falling ; the toil of the war , A pain that only seems to seek out danger I ' the name of fame and honour ; which dies i ' tia search ; And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph As record of ...
... falling , or so slippery that The fear's as bad as falling ; the toil of the war , A pain that only seems to seek out danger I ' the name of fame and honour ; which dies i ' tia search ; And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph As record of ...
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... fall ' mongst friends . IMOGEN . ( L. , aside ) ' Mongst friends ! If brothers ? -Would it had been so , that they Had been my father's sons , then had my prize Been less ; and so more equal ballasting To thee , Posthumus . BELAR . He ...
... fall ' mongst friends . IMOGEN . ( L. , aside ) ' Mongst friends ! If brothers ? -Would it had been so , that they Had been my father's sons , then had my prize Been less ; and so more equal ballasting To thee , Posthumus . BELAR . He ...
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arms ARVIR Augustus Cæsar BELAR BELARIUS beseech blood Britain Briton brother Cadwal Cæsar call'd CATALOGUE Cave colours Costume Court Covent Garden CYMBEL Cymbeline Cymbeline's Palace daughter dead death doth Dramas Dress Drury Lane Enter CLOTEN Enter IMOGEN Enter PISANIO Exeunt Exit eyes F. C. Burnand false father fear fool garment gentleman gods gold GUID hair hast hath hear heart heaven HELEN honour IACH Iachimo J. R. Planché Julius Cæsar Jupiter Kemble king kneels lady leave Leonatus LOCRINE lord LUCIUS madam MADAN mantle Mark Lemon Milford Milford-Haven moustaches noble on't opta PHILAR PHILARIO PISAN play Polydore POST Posthumus Pr'ythee pray QUEEN Re-enter ring Roman SAMUEL FRENCH SCENE Shakespeare shirt soldier speak sword thank thee there's thing Thou art thy master thy mistress true villain W. S. Gilbert W. T. Moncrieff What's Wilt worthy
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Page 69 - I'd let a parish of such Clotens blood, And praise myself for charity. [Exit. Bel. O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head: and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafd, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale.
Page 71 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 54 - tis Slander, Whose edge is sharper than the Sword, whose tongue Out-venoms all the Worms of Nile, whose breath Hides 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 85 - Laud we the gods/ And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils From our blest altars. Publish we this peace To all our subjects. Set we forward: let A Roman and a British ensign wave Friendly together: so through Lud's town march: And in the temple of great Jupiter Our peace we'll ratify/ seal it with feasts.
Page 71 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages: Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. 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. Fear no more the lightning-flash...
Page 37 - Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings. And Phoebus 'gins arise. His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies ; And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their golden eyes ; With everything that pretty is — My lady sweet, arise : Arise, arise.
Page 70 - With fairest flowers 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 azured harebell, like thy veins, no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Page 54 - 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 19 - I would have broke mine eye-strings, crack'd them, but To look upon him, till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle...