Cymbeline, King of Britain: A Play in Five ActsSamuel French, 1864 - 86 pages |
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... Noble ) Mr. PHELPS . BELARIUS { ( an aged exiled Noble , assuming Mr. H. Marston . name of Morgan ) GUIDERIUS , called POLYDORE ( ( his supposed ARVIRAGUS , called CADWAL MADAN Mr. G. F. NEVILLE . Mr. WARDE . Sons ) : { ( Nobles ) . .Mr ...
... Noble ) Mr. PHELPS . BELARIUS { ( an aged exiled Noble , assuming Mr. H. Marston . name of Morgan ) GUIDERIUS , called POLYDORE ( ( his supposed ARVIRAGUS , called CADWAL MADAN Mr. G. F. NEVILLE . Mr. WARDE . Sons ) : { ( Nobles ) . .Mr ...
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... noble friend of mine . How worthy he is I will leave to appear hereafter , rather than story him in his own hearing . Lewis . ( c . ) Sir , we have known together in Orleans . POST . ( L. ) Since when I have been debtor to you for ...
... noble friend of mine . How worthy he is I will leave to appear hereafter , rather than story him in his own hearing . Lewis . ( c . ) Sir , we have known together in Orleans . POST . ( L. ) Since when I have been debtor to you for ...
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... noble gentleman of Rome , my lord with letters . Comes from IACH . Change you , madam ? The worthy Leonatus is in safety , And greets your highness dearly ( presents a letter ) Thanks , good sir : IMOGEN . You're kindly welcome . IACH ...
... noble gentleman of Rome , my lord with letters . Comes from IACH . Change you , madam ? The worthy Leonatus is in safety , And greets your highness dearly ( presents a letter ) Thanks , good sir : IMOGEN . You're kindly welcome . IACH ...
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... noble than the runagate to your bed ; And will continue fast to your affection , Still close , as sure . IMOGEN . What ho , Pisanio ! IACH . Let me my service tender on your lips . IMOGEN . Away ! -I do condemn mine ears that have So ...
... noble than the runagate to your bed ; And will continue fast to your affection , Still close , as sure . IMOGEN . What ho , Pisanio ! IACH . Let me my service tender on your lips . IMOGEN . Away ! -I do condemn mine ears that have So ...
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... noble friends , Are partners in the business . IMOGEN . Pray , what is't ? IACH . Some dozen Romans of us , and your lord , ( The best feather of our wing , ) have mingled sums , To buy a present for the emperor ; Which I , the factor ...
... noble friends , Are partners in the business . IMOGEN . Pray , what is't ? IACH . Some dozen Romans of us , and your lord , ( The best feather of our wing , ) have mingled sums , To buy a present for the emperor ; Which I , the factor ...
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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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