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1st folio Accented Antonio banish'd banished Beadsman beauty Camb character Clarke codpiece Coll consort Cymb Cymbeline doth Duke edition Eglamour Enter Proteus Exeunt Exit fair fat friar father fault fear fool gentle Gentlemen of Verona give grace Hallowmas Hanmer hath heart heaven honour Host Iachimo Item Johnson Julia kiss lady ladyship later folios Launce letter live look lord Love's lover Lucetta Macb Madam Silvia maid Malone Mantua mean Milan mind mistress month's mind night oaths Outlaw pageant Panthino passion pity play Pope pray reads Robin Hood Saint Nicholas says Scene servant Shakespeare Shakspere Shakspere's shoe Sir Eglamour Sir Proteus Sir Thurio Sir Valentine speak Speed Steevens sweet syllable tears tell thee Theseus thou art thou hast thy master Titus Andronicus triumphs Twelfth Night Valentine's Warb wilt woman word worthy writ youth
Page 26 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Page 20 - gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
Page 18 - Not for the world: why, man, she is mine own; And I as rich in having such a jewel, As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Page 112 - How use doth breed a habit in a man ! This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns : Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, Tune my distresses, and record my woes.
Page 96 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she ; The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be.
Page 143 - In perfect diapason, whilst they stood In first obedience and their state of good. O may we soon again renew that song, And keep in tune with Heaven, till God ere long To His celestial consort us unite, To live with Him, and sing in endless morn of light.
Page 21 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Page 153 - O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure?
Page 122 - In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, Where most may wonder at the workmanship. It is for homely features to keep home; They had their name thence: coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler, and to tease the huswife's wool.