Cymbeline. CoriolanusGinn, Heath, & Company, 1881 |
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... looks , but hath a heart that is Glad at the thing they scowl at . 2 Gent . And why so ? I Gent . He that hath miss'd the Princess is a thing Too bad for bad report ; and he that hath her , I mean , that married her , alack , good man ...
... looks , but hath a heart that is Glad at the thing they scowl at . 2 Gent . And why so ? I Gent . He that hath miss'd the Princess is a thing Too bad for bad report ; and he that hath her , I mean , that married her , alack , good man ...
Sida 14
... Look here , love ; This diamond was my mother's : take it , heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , When Imogen is dead . Post . How , how ! another ? You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And cere up my embracements from ...
... Look here , love ; This diamond was my mother's : take it , heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , When Imogen is dead . Post . How , how ! another ? You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And cere up my embracements from ...
Sida 20
... look upon him ; till the diminution Of space 2 had pointed him sharp as my needle ; Nay , follow'd him , till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air ; and then Have turn'd mine eye , and wept . But , good Pisanio , When shall ...
... look upon him ; till the diminution Of space 2 had pointed him sharp as my needle ; Nay , follow'd him , till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air ; and then Have turn'd mine eye , and wept . But , good Pisanio , When shall ...
Sida 21
... look'd on him without the help of admiration , though the catalogue of his endowments had been tabled by his side , and I to peruse him by items . Phi . You speak of him when he was less furnish'd than now he is with that which makes ...
... look'd on him without the help of admiration , though the catalogue of his endowments had been tabled by his side , and I to peruse him by items . Phi . You speak of him when he was less furnish'd than now he is with that which makes ...
Sida 29
... or from being . And so before , in scene iii .: " I would have broke mine eye - strings , crack'd the balls , to look upon him ; " that is , by looking . Thou know'st not what ; but take it for thy SCENE V. 29 CYMBELINE .
... or from being . And so before , in scene iii .: " I would have broke mine eye - strings , crack'd the balls , to look upon him ; " that is , by looking . Thou know'st not what ; but take it for thy SCENE V. 29 CYMBELINE .
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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.