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Augustus Cassar banishment BIRD is DEAD boon bound for Italy bracelet Britons brothers brought before Cymbeline call'd cave chamber Cloten Cymbeline's daughter dear death diamond ring dy sweet EATS OUR VICTUALS Euriphile Fair youth false father's court fatigue of wandering Fear Fidele fight flowers forest GATE SINGS gods Guiderius and Arviragus happy HARK hath heaven honour humus hunt husband Posthumus Iach Iachimo Imogen and Posthumus Jove king king's knew lady LAMB SHAKESPEARE LARK Leonatus lic'd live long'st lost sons Lucius marriage MASKELL HARDY master Milford Milford-Haven mistress Mongst friends old Belarius on't pardon Pisanio Polydore and Cadwal Post praised Pray princely prisoners Prithee punishment queen Roman army Rome says Posthumus sick sons of Cymbeline sorrow stole sword thee thing Thou hast thought thyself valour venison wager weariness What's wife WISH YE SPORT young
Page 4 - 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 49 - 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 aIid girls all must , As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 48 - 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...
Page 34 - The sweat of industry would dry, and die, But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth Finds the down pillow hard.
Page 29 - These boys know little they are sons to the king ; Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. They think they are mine ; and though train'd up thus meanly F the cave wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit The roofs of palaces, and nature prompts them In simple and low things to prince it much Beyond the trick of others.
Page 26 - What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how In this our pinching cave shall we discourse The freezing hours away ? We have seen nothing...
Page 11 - A sample to the youngest, to the more mature, A glass that feated" them ; and to the graver, A child that guided dotards : for his mistress, For whom he now is banish'd.