Tragedy of CymbelineJ. M. Dent and Company, 1900 |
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Arviragus banish'd Belarius beseech blood boys Britain Britons brother Cadwal Cæsar call'd cave Childe Rowland Cloten conj court Cymbeline Cymbeline's palace daughter dead death Decamerone doth dwarfs emendation of Ff Enter Pisanio Exeunt Exit eyes F. G. Fleay false father fear Fidele fool Gaol Gaolers garments Gent gentleman gods Guiderius Hanmer hast hath hear heart heavens Henry Condell honour husband Iach Iachimo Imogen John Heminge Julius Cæsar Jupiter king lady leave Leonatus live look lord Macbeth madam master Milford Milford-Haven mistress mother noble Philario play plot poison Polydore Post Posthumus pray princes prithee Queen Re-enter revenged Roman Scene Shakespeare shalt Sici Simon Forman Snow-white speak stand story sweet sword ta'en tender thee Theobald there's thing thou art thyself villain What's Wilt worthy
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 104 - 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' 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. Fear no more the...
Seite 102 - 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...
Seite 34 - 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.
Seite 158 - Laud we the gods; And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils From our bless'd altars. Publish we this peace To all our subjects. Set we forward: let A Roman and a British ensign wave Friendly together; so through Lud's town march: And in the temple of great Jupiter Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts.
Seite 66 - 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.