Cymbeline. CoriolanusGinn, Heath, & Company, 1881 |
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Sida 12
... Enter the Queen , POSTHUMUS , and IMOGEN . [ Exeunt . Queen . No , be assured you shall not find me , daughter , After the slander of most stepmothers , 7 Their pattern or model ; the glass whereby they trimmed up and accom- plished ...
... Enter the Queen , POSTHUMUS , and IMOGEN . [ Exeunt . Queen . No , be assured you shall not find me , daughter , After the slander of most stepmothers , 7 Their pattern or model ; the glass whereby they trimmed up and accom- plished ...
Sida 13
... was a friend , to me Known but by letter : thither write , my queen , And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send , Though ink be made of gall . [ Exit . Queen . Re - enter the Queen . Be brief SCENE I. 13 CYMBELINE .
... was a friend , to me Known but by letter : thither write , my queen , And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send , Though ink be made of gall . [ Exit . Queen . Re - enter the Queen . Be brief SCENE I. 13 CYMBELINE .
Sida 15
... Enter CYMBELINE and Lords . Cym . Thou basest thing , avoid ! hence , from my sight ! If after this command thou fraught the Court With thy unworthiness , thou diest away ! Thou'rt poison to my blood . Post . The gods protect you ...
... Enter CYMBELINE and Lords . Cym . Thou basest thing , avoid ! hence , from my sight ! If after this command thou fraught the Court With thy unworthiness , thou diest away ! Thou'rt poison to my blood . Post . The gods protect you ...
Sida 16
... enter the Queen . They were again together : you have done Not after our command . Away with her ! And pen her up . Queen . Beseech your patience . — Peace , Dear lady daughter , peace ! Sweet sovereign , leave Us to ourselves ; and ...
... enter the Queen . They were again together : you have done Not after our command . Away with her ! And pen her up . Queen . Beseech your patience . — Peace , Dear lady daughter , peace ! Sweet sovereign , leave Us to ourselves ; and ...
Sida 17
... Enter CLOTEN and two Lords . I Lord . Sir , I would advise you to shift a shirt ; the vio- lence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice . Where air comes out , air comes in : there's none abroad so whole- some as that you vent ...
... Enter CLOTEN and two Lords . I Lord . Sir , I would advise you to shift a shirt ; the vio- lence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice . Where air comes out , air comes in : there's none abroad so whole- some as that you vent ...
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Antium ARVIRAGUS Aufidius banish'd BELARIUS beseech Britain Cæsar Caius Marcius call'd Capell Citizens Cloten Collier's second folio Cominius Consul Coriolanus Corioli Corrected Cymbeline death do't doth Dyce enemy Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fear follow foot-note friends give gods GUIDERIUS Hanmer hath hear heart honour Iach Iachimo Imogen Julius Cæsar King lady Lart LARTIUS Leonatus Lettsom lord madam meaning Menenius metre mistress mother noble old text on't original reads passage patricians peace Pisanio Plutarch Poet poison'd Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray Queen Re-enter revenge Roman Rome SCENE Senators sense Serv Shakespeare SICINIUS soldier speak speech stand sword tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast TITUS LARTIUS tongue tribunes Tullus villain VIRGILIA voices Volsces Volscian VOLUMNIA What's wife word worthy
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Sida 69 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To lose good days that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent ; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope ; to pine with fear and sorrow ; To have thy Prince's grace, yet want her peer?
Sida 327 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, 1 Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Sida 192 - Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs, That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you, The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you, Where he should find you lions, finds you hares; Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no, Than is the coal of the fire upon the ice, Or hailstone in the sun.
Sida 276 - You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair! Have the power still To banish your defenders; till, at length, Your ignorance...
Sida 46 - 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.