Shakespeare's Tragedy of CymbelineDent, 1896 - 185 pages |
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Arviragus Augustus Cæsar banish'd Belarius beseech blood Britain Britons brother Cadwal Cæsar Caius Lucius call'd cave Cloten conj court Cymbeline's palace daughter dead death doth dram emendation of Ff Enter Cymbeline Enter Pisanio Enter Posthumus Exeunt Exit eyes false father favour fear Fidele fool Gaol Gaolers garments Gent gentleman gods Guiderius Hanmer hath hear heart heavens honour Iach Iachimo Imogen Italy Julius Cæsar Jupiter king lady leave Leonatus live look lord Macbeth madam master Milford Milford-Haven mistress mother noble Philario poison poison'd Polydore poor Post pray princes prithee Queen Re-enter revenged ring Roman Rome Scene Shakespeare shalt Sici Snow-white speak stand story sweet sword ta'en thank thee Theobald there's thing Thou art thyself true twas villain What's Wilt words worthy
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Page vi - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove ; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Page 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
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 166 - 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.
Page 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.