The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Band 12G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... IMOGEN , daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen . HELEN , woman to Imogen . Lords , Ladies , Roman Senators , Tribunes , Apparitions , a Soothsayer , a Dutch Gentleman , a Spanish Gentle- man , Musicians , Officers , Captains ...
... IMOGEN , daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen . HELEN , woman to Imogen . Lords , Ladies , Roman Senators , Tribunes , Apparitions , a Soothsayer , a Dutch Gentleman , a Spanish Gentle- man , Musicians , Officers , Captains ...
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... IMOGEN . Queen . No , be assur'd , you shall not find me , daughter , After the slander of most step - mothers , Evil - ey'd unto you : you are my prisoner , but Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys That lock up your restraint . For ...
... IMOGEN . Queen . No , be assur'd , you shall not find me , daughter , After the slander of most step - mothers , Evil - ey'd unto you : you are my prisoner , but Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys That lock up your restraint . For ...
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... Imogen is dead . Post . How ! how ! another ? - You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And sear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death ! —Remain , remain thou here [ Putting on the ring . While sense can keep it on ...
... Imogen is dead . Post . How ! how ! another ? - You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And sear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death ! —Remain , remain thou here [ Putting on the ring . While sense can keep it on ...
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... IMOGEN and PISANIO . Imo . I would thou grew'st unto the shores o'the haven , And question'dst every sail : if he should write , And I not have it , ' twere a paper lost As offer'd mercy is " . What was the last That he spake to thee ...
... IMOGEN and PISANIO . Imo . I would thou grew'st unto the shores o'the haven , And question'dst every sail : if he should write , And I not have it , ' twere a paper lost As offer'd mercy is " . What was the last That he spake to thee ...
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... IMOGEN . Imo . A father cruel , and a step - dame false ; A foolish suitor to a wedded lady , That hath her husband banish'd ; -O , that husband ! My supreme crown of grief ! and those repeated Vexations of it ! Had I been thief ...
... IMOGEN . Imo . A father cruel , and a step - dame false ; A foolish suitor to a wedded lady , That hath her husband banish'd ; -O , that husband ! My supreme crown of grief ! and those repeated Vexations of it ! Had I been thief ...
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Agrippa Alexas ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA ARVIRAGUS Belarius blood Britain Britons brother burgonet Cæs Cæsar call'd Char Charmian Cleo Cloten Cœs Cymbeline dead death do't Dolabella doth Egypt Enobarbus Enter ANTONY Enter CESAR Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fight fool fortune friends Fulvia give gods Guard GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iach Iachimo Imogen Iras is't JOHNSON Julius Cæsar king lady leigers Leonatus Lepidus look lord Lucius madam Mark Antony master Mess Messenger mistress never noble o'the Octa Octavia on't Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray Proculeius queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE Sextus Pompeius Shakspeare Sold soldier speak STEEVENS strange sword tell thee There's thine thing Thou art thou hast villain WARBURTON What's word
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Seite 42 - The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It...
Seite 24 - It hath been taught us from the primal state That he which is was wish'd until he were; And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd till ne'er worth love, Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body, Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, To rot itself with motion.
Seite 271 - 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.
Seite 267 - 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 enchaf 'd, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine And make him stoop to the vale.
Seite 149 - With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool, Be angry, and dispatch. O, couldst thou speak, That I might hear thee call great Caesar ass Unpolicied ! CHAR. O eastern star ! CLEO. Peace, peace ! Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, That sucks the nurse asleep ? CHAR.
Seite 269 - 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...
Seite 148 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip : — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act...
Seite 152 - Take up her bed, And bear her women from the monument:— She shall be buried by her Antony: No grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair so famous. High events as these Strike those that make them; and their story is No less in pity than his glory which Brought them to be lamented.
Seite 318 - The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew ; The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Seite 238 - 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,1 Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.