Cymbeline. CoriolanusGinn, Heath, & Company, 1881 |
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... revenge by the death of the wife , her escape , his subsequent discovery of the fraud , the punishment of the liar , and the final reunion of the separated pair- are found in two French romances of the thir- teenth century , and in a ...
... revenge by the death of the wife , her escape , his subsequent discovery of the fraud , the punishment of the liar , and the final reunion of the separated pair- are found in two French romances of the thir- teenth century , and in a ...
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... revenge . Arriving near home , he sent for his wife , and gave secret orders to have her put to death on the road . The servant stopped in a lonely place , and told her of his master's orders ; she protested her innocence , and begged ...
... revenge . Arriving near home , he sent for his wife , and gave secret orders to have her put to death on the road . The servant stopped in a lonely place , and told her of his master's orders ; she protested her innocence , and begged ...
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... Revenge it . I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure ; More noble than that runagate to your bed ; And will continue fast to your affection , Still close as sure . Imo . What , ho , Pisanio ! Iach . Let me my service tender on your ...
... Revenge it . I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure ; More noble than that runagate to your bed ; And will continue fast to your affection , Still close as sure . Imo . What , ho , Pisanio ! Iach . Let me my service tender on your ...
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... revenge . That part thou , Pisanio , must act for me , if thy faith be not tainted with the breach of hers . Let thine own hands take away her life : I shall give thee opportunity at Milford- Haven : she hath my letter for the purpose ...
... revenge . That part thou , Pisanio , must act for me , if thy faith be not tainted with the breach of hers . Let thine own hands take away her life : I shall give thee opportunity at Milford- Haven : she hath my letter for the purpose ...
Sida 86
... revenge . — - Re - enter PISANIO , with the clothes . Be those the garments ? Pis . Ay , my noble lord . Clo . How long is't since she went to Milford - Haven ? Pis . She can scarce be there yet . Clo . Bring this apparel to my chamber ...
... revenge . — - Re - enter PISANIO , with the clothes . Be those the garments ? Pis . Ay , my noble lord . Clo . How long is't since she went to Milford - Haven ? Pis . She can scarce be there yet . Clo . Bring this apparel to my chamber ...
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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.