CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 Seiten |
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... fairest prisoner . 120 [ Putting a bracelet upon her arm . ] O the gods ! Imo . When shall we see again ? Enter Cymbeline and Lords . Post . Alack , the King ! Cym . Thou basest thing , avoid ! Hence , Sc . I Cymbeline.
... fairest prisoner . 120 [ Putting a bracelet upon her arm . ] O the gods ! Imo . When shall we see again ? Enter Cymbeline and Lords . Post . Alack , the King ! Cym . Thou basest thing , avoid ! Hence , Sc . I Cymbeline.
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... Arm me , audacity , from head to foot ! 15 Or , like the Parthian , I shall flying fight ; 20 Rather , directly fly . 66 Imo . ( Reads . ) - He is one of the noblest Iach . Imo . note , to whose kindnesses I Sc . VI 29 Cymbeline.
... Arm me , audacity , from head to foot ! 15 Or , like the Parthian , I shall flying fight ; 20 Rather , directly fly . 66 Imo . ( Reads . ) - He is one of the noblest Iach . Imo . note , to whose kindnesses I Sc . VI 29 Cymbeline.
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... arm . It was thy master's . Shrew me , If I would lose it for a revenue Of any king's in Europe . I do think I saw't this morning ; confident I am Last night ' twas on mine arm ; I kiss'd it . I hope it be not gone to tell my lord That ...
... arm . It was thy master's . Shrew me , If I would lose it for a revenue Of any king's in Europe . I do think I saw't this morning ; confident I am Last night ' twas on mine arm ; I kiss'd it . I hope it be not gone to tell my lord That ...
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... arm . Her pretty action did outsell her gift , And yet enrich'd it too . She gave it me , and said She priz❜d it once . To send it me . May be she pluck'd it off She writes so to you , doth she ? Post . O , no , no , no ! ' tis true ...
... arm . Her pretty action did outsell her gift , And yet enrich'd it too . She gave it me , and said She priz❜d it once . To send it me . May be she pluck'd it off She writes so to you , doth she ? Post . O , no , no , no ! ' tis true ...
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... arm . Post . Hark you , he swears ; by Jupiter he swears . Phi . Post . Iach . Post . ' Tis true , sure ― nay , keep the ring - ' tis true . I am She would not lose it . Her attendants are All sworn and honourable . They induced to ...
... arm . Post . Hark you , he swears ; by Jupiter he swears . Phi . Post . Iach . Post . ' Tis true , sure ― nay , keep the ring - ' tis true . I am She would not lose it . Her attendants are All sworn and honourable . They induced to ...
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Arviragus Attendants Augustus Cæsar banish'd Belarius beseech blood Britain Britons brother Cadwal Cæsar call'd Cassibelan cave Cloten conj court Cymbeline's palace dead death do't doth Dowden Enter Cymbeline Enter Pisanio Enter Posthumus Exeunt Exit eyes false father fear fessor of English fool Gaol Gaoler garment Gent gentleman gods Guiderius hast hath hear heart heavens Holinshed honour Iach Iachimo is't Julius Cæsar Jupiter King lady leave Leonatus look lord Lud's madam master Milford-Haven mistress mother noble on't Ph.D Philario Philaster play poison'd Polydore Post pray princely prisoner Prithee Professor of Eng Professor of English Queen Re-enter ring Roman Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt Sici speak stand sword ta'en tender thank thee there's thing thou art true turn'd villain wager What's WILLIAM ALLAN NEILSON Wilt Winter's Tale
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 76 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Seite 111 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art 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.
Seite 71 - What should we speak of When we are old as you ? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away ? We have seen nothing...
Seite 109 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...