Cymbeline. CoriolanusGinn, Heath, & Company, 1881 |
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... bear a graver purpose , I hope . Iach . I am the master of my speeches ; and would undergo what's spoken , 21 I swear . Post . Will you ? I shall but lend my diamond till your return . Let there be covenants drawn between's : my mis ...
... bear a graver purpose , I hope . Iach . I am the master of my speeches ; and would undergo what's spoken , 21 I swear . Post . Will you ? I shall but lend my diamond till your return . Let there be covenants drawn between's : my mis ...
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... Bear to my closet . — Fare thee well , Pisanio ; - Think on my words . Pis . [ Exeunt Queen and Ladies . And shall do : [ Exit . But when to my good lord I prove untrue , I'll choke myself ; there's all I'll do for you . 7 Hand - fast ...
... Bear to my closet . — Fare thee well , Pisanio ; - Think on my words . Pis . [ Exeunt Queen and Ladies . And shall do : [ Exit . But when to my good lord I prove untrue , I'll choke myself ; there's all I'll do for you . 7 Hand - fast ...
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... bear him Made me to fan you thus ; but the gods made you , Unlike all others , chaffless . Pray , your pardon . Imo . All's well , sir : take my power i ' the Court for yours . Iach . My humble thanks . I had almost forgot T'entreat ...
... bear him Made me to fan you thus ; but the gods made you , Unlike all others , chaffless . Pray , your pardon . Imo . All's well , sir : take my power i ' the Court for yours . Iach . My humble thanks . I had almost forgot T'entreat ...
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William Shakespeare. Should yield the world this ass ! a woman that Bears all down with her brain ; and this her son Cannot take two from twenty , for his heart , And leave eighteen . Alas , poor Princess , Thou divine Imogen , what thou ...
William Shakespeare. Should yield the world this ass ! a woman that Bears all down with her brain ; and this her son Cannot take two from twenty , for his heart , And leave eighteen . Alas , poor Princess , Thou divine Imogen , what thou ...
Sida 45
... bear on your wings and in your notes His praise . " And in Shakespeare's 29th Sonnet : Haply , I think on thee , and then my state , Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth , sings hymns at Heaven's gate . And Phœbus ...
... bear on your wings and in your notes His praise . " And in Shakespeare's 29th Sonnet : Haply , I think on thee , and then my state , Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth , sings hymns at Heaven's gate . And Phœbus ...
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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.