Cymbeline. CoriolanusGinn, Heath, & Company, 1881 |
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... thank your Highness . About some half - hour hence , Queen . Pray , walk awhile . Imo . I pray you , speak with me : you shall at least Go see my lord aboard : for this time leave me . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . — The Same . A Public Place ...
... thank your Highness . About some half - hour hence , Queen . Pray , walk awhile . Imo . I pray you , speak with me : you shall at least Go see my lord aboard : for this time leave me . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . — The Same . A Public Place ...
Sida 24
... thank him , makes no stranger of me ; we are familiar at first . Iach . With five times so much conversation , I should get ground of your fair mistress ; make her go back , even to the yielding , had I admittance , and opportunity to ...
... thank him , makes no stranger of me ; we are familiar at first . Iach . With five times so much conversation , I should get ground of your fair mistress ; make her go back , even to the yielding , had I admittance , and opportunity to ...
Sida 31
... Thanks , good sir : Iach . [ Aside . ] All of her that is out of door most rich ! If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare , She is alone th ' Arabian bird ; 2 and I Have lost the wager . Boldness be my friend ! Arm me , audacity , from ...
... Thanks , good sir : Iach . [ Aside . ] All of her that is out of door most rich ! If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare , She is alone th ' Arabian bird ; 2 and I Have lost the wager . Boldness be my friend ! Arm me , audacity , from ...
Sida 32
... Thanks , fairest lady . - What , are men mad ? Hath Nature given them eyes To see this vaulted arch and the rich scope Of sea and land , which can distinguish ' twixt The fiery orbs above , and the twinn'd stones Upon th ' unnumber'd ...
... Thanks , fairest lady . - What , are men mad ? Hath Nature given them eyes To see this vaulted arch and the rich scope Of sea and land , which can distinguish ' twixt The fiery orbs above , and the twinn'd stones Upon th ' unnumber'd ...
Sida 33
... Thanks , madam ; well . — [ TO PISANIO . ] Beseech you , sir , desire 10 My man's abode where I did leave him he Is strange and peevish.11 Pis . : I was going , sir , To give him welcome . [ Exit . Imo . Continues well my lord ? His ...
... Thanks , madam ; well . — [ TO PISANIO . ] Beseech you , sir , desire 10 My man's abode where I did leave him he Is strange and peevish.11 Pis . : I was going , sir , To give him welcome . [ Exit . Imo . Continues well my lord ? His ...
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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.