Tragedy of CymbelineHarper & brothers, 1896 |
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2d folio Arviragus Augustus Cæsar beauty Belarius better Britain Briton Cadwal Cæsar call'd Capell cave character Clarke Cloten Coll conjectured Cornelius court Cymbeline Cymbeline's dead death doth edition ellipsis elliptical construction Enter Exeunt Exit eyes false father favour fear Fidele flowers Gaoler gentle Gentleman give gods grace Guiderius Hanmer Hanmer changed hast hath hear heart heavens honour husband Iachimo Imogen J. A. SYMONDS Johnson Julius Cæsar Jupiter king lady Lear Leonatus lord Lucius Macb madam Malone master means Milford-Haven mistress mother nature Nennius noble Noble Kinsmen noun passage Philario Pisanio play poet Polydore Pope Posthumus pray prince prithee Queen remarks Rich Rolfe Rolfe's Roman Rome SCENE Schmidt sense Shakespeare shalt Sicilius speak Steevens sweet sword Temp tender thee Theo thing thou art true verb villain Warb word youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 117 - I'd let a parish of such Clotens' blood, And praise myself for charity. [Exit. Bel. 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 enchafed, as the rudest wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine And make him stoop to the vale.
Seite 121 - 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 215 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!
Seite 171 - 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...
Seite 119 - 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 azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Seite 185 - Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
Seite 181 - Who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat Poor robin redbreast tunes his note : Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing Cuckoo...
Seite 72 - 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 94 - 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 209 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.