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... appears to be his own . The story of Imogen , which is so admirably inter- woven with that of the sons of Cymbeline , was taken , directly or indirectly , from the Decamerone of Boccaccio , in which it forms the ninth novel of the ...
... appears to be his own . The story of Imogen , which is so admirably inter- woven with that of the sons of Cymbeline , was taken , directly or indirectly , from the Decamerone of Boccaccio , in which it forms the ninth novel of the ...
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... appear but in a secondary light . Yet are they ade- quately brought out and skilfully diversified : the treacherous subtlety of Iachimo ; the sage experience of Belarius ; the native nobleness of heart and innate heroism of mind which ...
... appear but in a secondary light . Yet are they ade- quately brought out and skilfully diversified : the treacherous subtlety of Iachimo ; the sage experience of Belarius ; the native nobleness of heart and innate heroism of mind which ...
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... appear , hereafter rather than story him in his own hearing . Frenchman . Sir , we have known together in Orleans . Posthumus . Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies which I will be ever to pay and yet pay still ...
... appear , hereafter rather than story him in his own hearing . Frenchman . Sir , we have known together in Orleans . Posthumus . Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies which I will be ever to pay and yet pay still ...
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... , you not making it appear otherwise , for your ill opinion and the assault you have made to her chastity you shall answer me with your sword . 151 159 167 Iachimo . Your hand ; a covenant . We will Scene IV ] 35 Cymbeline.
... , you not making it appear otherwise , for your ill opinion and the assault you have made to her chastity you shall answer me with your sword . 151 159 167 Iachimo . Your hand ; a covenant . We will Scene IV ] 35 Cymbeline.
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... appear itself , must not yet be But by self - danger , you should tread a course Pretty and full of view ; yea , haply , near The residence of Posthumus , so nigh at least That though his actions were not visible , yet Report should ...
... appear itself , must not yet be But by self - danger , you should tread a course Pretty and full of view ; yea , haply , near The residence of Posthumus , so nigh at least That though his actions were not visible , yet Report should ...
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Seite 55 - Phoebus gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd 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 ! Clo.
Seite 111 - O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head: and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafd, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale.
Seite 116 - 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 216 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tride, What hell it is, in suing long to bide : To loose good dayes, that might be better spent...
Seite 68 - And that most venerable man which I Did call my father, was I know not where When I was stamped ; some coiner with his tools Made me a counterfeit : yet my mother seem'd The Dian of that time ; so doth my wife The nonpareil of this.
Seite 13 - This play has many just sentiments, some natural dialogues, and some pleasing scenes, but they are obtained at the expense of much incongruity. To remark the folly of the fiction, the absurdity of the conduct, the confusion of the names and manners of different times, and the impossibility of the events in any system of life, were to waste criticism upon unresisting imbecility, upon faults too evident for detection, and too gross for aggravation.
Seite 218 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Seite 187 - If we should fail? Lady M. We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep — Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him — his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only...
Seite 83 - 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,3 Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Seite 278 - With fairest flowers, 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 azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...