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Sida 25
... tell me , Is she sole child to the king ? First Gent . 50 His only child . He had two sons , -if this be worth your hearing , Mark it , the eldest of them at three years old , I ' the swathing clothes the other , from their nursery ...
... tell me , Is she sole child to the king ? First Gent . 50 His only child . He had two sons , -if this be worth your hearing , Mark it , the eldest of them at three years old , I ' the swathing clothes the other , from their nursery ...
Sida 33
... tell him How I would think on him at certain hours , Such thoughts and such ; or I could make him swear The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest and his honour ; or have charged him , At the sixth hour of morn , at noon , at ...
... tell him How I would think on him at certain hours , Such thoughts and such ; or I could make him swear The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest and his honour ; or have charged him , At the sixth hour of morn , at noon , at ...
Sida 41
... tell thee on the instant thou art then As great as is thy master ; greater , for His fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp : return he cannot , nor Continue where he is : to shift his being Is to exchange one misery ...
... tell thee on the instant thou art then As great as is thy master ; greater , for His fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp : return he cannot , nor Continue where he is : to shift his being Is to exchange one misery ...
Sida 42
... Tell thy mistress how The case stands with her ; do ' t as from thyself . Think what a chance thou changest 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 shape ...
... Tell thy mistress how The case stands with her ; do ' t as from thyself . Think what a chance thou changest 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 shape ...
Sida 58
... Clo . Good morrow , fairest : sister , your sweet hand . Imo . Good morrow , sir . You lay out too much pains For purchasing but trouble : the thanks I give 90 Clo . Is telling you that I am poor of 58 Act II . Sc . iii . CYMBELINE.
... Clo . Good morrow , fairest : sister , your sweet hand . Imo . Good morrow , sir . You lay out too much pains For purchasing but trouble : the thanks I give 90 Clo . Is telling you that I am poor of 58 Act II . Sc . iii . CYMBELINE.
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Alcib Alcibiades Apem Apemantus Arviragus Belarius beseech Britain Briton brother Cæsar Caph cave character Cloten Collier conj Coriolanus Cymbeline Cymbeline's dead death dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes false false friends father fear Flav Flavius Folios fool fortunes friends give gods gold Guiderius Hanmer hast hath hear heart heavens honest honour Iach Iachimo Imogen jewel Julius Cæsar king lady Leonatus live look Lord Timon lordship Lucius Lucullus Macbeth madam master mistress nature ne'er noble Pain Phrynia Pisanio pity play Poet poor Post Posthumus pray princes prithee Queen Re-enter Roman Scene Senators Serv servant Servilius Shakespeare slave speak Steevens steward story sword thee Theobald there's thine thing thou art thou wert thyself Timon of Athens villain Walker conj Warburton William Shakespeare words worthy ΙΟ
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Sida 4 - O, wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O, brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro.
Sida 79 - 11 example you with thievery The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea ; the moon 's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Sida 96 - ... past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Sida 173 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Sida 173 - No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove, But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew ; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew...
Sida 194 - Not by our feeling but by others' seeing; For why should others' false adulterate eyes Give salutation to my sportive blood? Or on my frailties why are frailer spies, Which in their wills count bad what I think good ? No, I am that I am, and they that level At my abuses reckon up their own: I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel ; By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown ; Unless this general evil they maintain, All men are bad, and in their badness reign.
Sida 42 - 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.
Sida 95 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done. Home art gone and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Sida 65 - Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Sida 173 - Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm, But keep the wolf far thence that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.