Cymbeline: A Comedy in Five Acts1896 - English drama - 65 pages |
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art thou ARVIRAGUS Attendants banish'd beseech better Britain Briton brother Cadwal Caius Lucius call'd command court CYMBELINE CYMBELINE'S palace damn'd daughter death Do't doth Enter CLOTEN Enter IMOGEN Enter PISANIO Enter POSTHUMUS Exit eyes fair fairest false father fear Garden of CYMBELINE'S gentleman gods gone GUIDERIUS Hark Harker HARVARD COLLEGE hath Hawes Craven hear heart heaven hence HENRY IRVING honour Iach IACHIMO Italian jewel Jupiter kill'd king lady leave Leonatus liv'd look lord LYCEUM THEATRE madam Milford Milford-Haven ne'er night noble Philario's House pity Polydore poor Post pray prithee Re-enter reveng'd ring Roman Rome SCENE sick soldier speak sword thank thee there's thing thither Thou art thy master thy mistress thy name thyself true Twixt villain wear What's WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wilt woman worthy
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Page 51 - 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 50 - 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 22 - 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 36 - What shall I need to draw my sword ? the paper Hath cut her throat already. — No, '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.
Page 49 - 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.