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Arviragus Attendants Augustus Caesar banish'd Belarius beseech better blood Britain Britons brother Cadwal Caesar call'd cave Cloten conj court Cymbeline's daughter dead dear death doth emendation of Ff Enter Cymbeline Exeunt Exit eyes false father fear Fidele fool Gaol Gaoler garments Gent gentleman gods Guiderius Hanmer hast hath hear heart heavens Hecuba hence honour Iach Iachimo Imogen Italy Jupiter king lach lady leave Leonatus live look lord Lucius Macbeth madam master Milford Milford-Haven mistress mother noble on't Philario Pisanio poison poison'd Polydore poor Post Posthumus praise pray princes prithee Queen Re-enter revenged ring Roman Rome Scene shalt Sici Snow-white speak stand story sweet sword ta'en tell thank thee Theobald there's thing thou art thyself true villain What's Wilt wonder worthy
Page 114 - 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...
Page 112 - 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 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.
Page 168 - 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.