Cymbeline. CoriolanusGinn, Heath, & Company, 1881 |
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Sida 18
... that . " This is in accordance with the next speech , where reflection is used in its ordinary sense . Shakespeare often uses wit for judgment , understand- ing , or wisdom . Clo . Come , I'll to my chamber . Would 18 ACT I. CYMBELINE .
... that . " This is in accordance with the next speech , where reflection is used in its ordinary sense . Shakespeare often uses wit for judgment , understand- ing , or wisdom . Clo . Come , I'll to my chamber . Would 18 ACT I. CYMBELINE .
Sida 26
... 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- tress exceeds in goodness the hugeness of your unworthy thinking ...
... 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- tress exceeds in goodness the hugeness of your unworthy thinking ...
Sida 29
... speech to tell himself what he already knows . " And the speech seems fairly open to some such reproof . But it prepares , and was doubtless meant to prepare , us for the seeming death and revival of Imogen ; and without some such ...
... speech to tell himself what he already knows . " And the speech seems fairly open to some such reproof . But it prepares , and was doubtless meant to prepare , us for the seeming death and revival of Imogen ; and without some such ...
Sida 45
... speech only goes to heighten our impression of Imogen's character , inasmuch as it seems to come , not from him , but from her through him ; and as something that must be divine indeed , not to be strangled in passing through such a ...
... speech only goes to heighten our impression of Imogen's character , inasmuch as it seems to come , not from him , but from her through him ; and as something that must be divine indeed , not to be strangled in passing through such a ...
Sida 55
... of the passage is , " The sculptor was as Nature dumb ; he gave every thing that Nature gives but breath and motion . " In breath is included speech . Motion and breath left out . Post . This is SCENE IV . 55 CYMBELINE . པའ.
... of the passage is , " The sculptor was as Nature dumb ; he gave every thing that Nature gives but breath and motion . " In breath is included speech . Motion and breath left out . Post . This is SCENE IV . 55 CYMBELINE . པའ.
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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.