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army ARVIRAGUS attendants banishment begged Belarius better bracelet Britain brothers brought Cadwal callid cave chamber court Cymbeline dead dear death decres desired died dy sweet Enter fair faithful false father Fear Fidele flowers forest gave give given gods Guiderius happy hard HARK hath heaven honour hoping humus hunt husband I'll Iach Iachimo Imogen Italy keep kind king knew lady LARK leave live lord married master mean meet Milford-Haven mistress mother nature night once peace Pisanio Polydore Post Posthumus praised princely prisoners punishment queen received ring rise Roman Rome seeming seen sick sing sons soon speak spoke story sword tell thank thee thing Thou thought told took true wager weariness What's wife wrote young youth
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Sida 37 - 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.
Sida 4 - 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 every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Sida 17 - 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...
Sida 37 - 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 aIid girls all must , As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o...
Sida 37 - 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...
Sida 24 - The sweat of industry would dry, and die, But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth Finds the down pillow hard.
Sida 19 - These boys know little they are sons to the king; Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. They think they are mine : and, though train'd up thus meanly I" the cave, wherein they bow," their thoughts do hit The roofs of palaces ; and nature prompts them, In simple and low things, to prince it much Beyond the trick of others.
Sida 11 - A sample to the youngest, to the more mature, A glass that feated" them ; and to the graver, A child that guided dotards : for his mistress, For whom he now is banish'd.
Sida 37 - Prithee, have done; And do not play in wench-like words with that Which is so serious.
Bibliografisk information
| Titel | Cymbeline Shakespeare library |
| Författare | William Shakespeare |
| Utgivare | Duffied & Company, 1908 |
| Original från | Harvard University |
| Digitaliserad | 9 feb 2006 |
| Längd | 70 sidor |
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