Tragedy of Cymbeline |
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arms Arviragus Attendants Belarius better blood bring Britain Britons brother cave Cloten comes conj court Cymbeline daughter dead death desire doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall false father fear follow Gent give gods gone hand hast hath head hear heart heavens hence honour hope I'll Iach Imogen Italy keep king lach lady leave Leonatus less live look lord Lucius madam master mean mind mistress mother nature never noble peace Pisanio play poison poor Post Posthumus pray present princes Queen ring Roman Scene speak stand story sweet tell tender thank thee thing thou thou art thought true villain wonder worthy Сут
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Seite 14 - To encounter me with orisons, for then I am in heaven for him ; or ere I could Give him that parting kiss, which I had set Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father, And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north, Shakes all our buds from growing. ь Enter a Lady. Lady. The queen, madam, Desires your highness
Seite 107 - 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 44 - 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 110 - 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 112 - 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 112 - 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...
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.
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | Tragedy of Cymbeline The Temple Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Verlag | J.M. Dent and Company, 1896 |
| Original von | Harvard University |
| Digitalisiert | 27. Febr. 2008 |
| Länge | 185 Seiten |
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