Cymbeline. CoriolanusGinn, Heath, & Company, 1881 |
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... no doubt that it refers to the ring , and it is equally obvious that thee would have been more proper . But Shakespeare has many such inaccuracies of language . Upon this fairest prisoner . [ Putting a bracelet upon 14 ACT I. CYMBELINE .
... no doubt that it refers to the ring , and it is equally obvious that thee would have been more proper . But Shakespeare has many such inaccuracies of language . Upon this fairest prisoner . [ Putting a bracelet upon 14 ACT I. CYMBELINE .
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... thee ? Pis . What was the last It was , His queen , his queen ! Imo . Then waved his handkerchief ? Pis . And kiss'd it , madam . Imo . Senseless linen ! happier therein than I ! And that was all ? Pis . No , madam ; for so long As he ...
... thee ? Pis . What was the last It was , His queen , his queen ! Imo . Then waved his handkerchief ? Pis . And kiss'd it , madam . Imo . Senseless linen ! happier therein than I ! And that was all ? Pis . No , madam ; for so long As he ...
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... thee . - [ Aside . ] Here comes a flattering rascal ; upon him Will I first work : he's factor for his master , And enemy to my son . — Enter PISANIO . How now , Pisanio ! Doctor , your service for this time is ended ; Take your own way ...
... thee . - [ Aside . ] Here comes a flattering rascal ; upon him Will I first work : he's factor for his master , And enemy to my son . — Enter PISANIO . How now , Pisanio ! Doctor , your service for this time is ended ; Take your own way ...
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... thee . Cor . No further service , doctor , I humbly take my leave . [ Exit . Queen . Weeps she still , say'st thou ? Dost thou think in time She will not quench , 4 and let instructions enter Where folly now possesses ? Do thou work ...
... thee . Cor . No further service , doctor , I humbly take my leave . [ Exit . Queen . Weeps she still , say'st thou ? Dost thou think in time She will not quench , 4 and let instructions enter Where folly now possesses ? Do thou work ...
Sida 30
... thee . Tell thy mistress how The case stands with her ; do't as from thyself . Think what a chance thou chancest on ; but think Thou hast thy mistress still ; to boot , my son , Who shall take notice of thee . I'll move the King To any ...
... thee . Tell thy mistress how The case stands with her ; do't as from thyself . Think what a chance thou chancest on ; but think Thou hast thy mistress still ; to boot , my son , Who shall take notice of thee . I'll move the King To any ...
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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.