CymbelineJames Forsyth, Leadenhall Street, and John Greig, High Street, Edinburgh, 1811 |
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الصفحة 8
... Thou basest thing , avoid ! hence , from my sight ! If , after this command , thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness , thou diest : Away ! Thou art poison to my blood . Post . The gods protect you ! And bless the good remainders ...
... Thou basest thing , avoid ! hence , from my sight ! If , after this command , thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness , thou diest : Away ! Thou art poison to my blood . Post . The gods protect you ! And bless the good remainders ...
الصفحة 9
... art thou mad ? Imo . Almost , sir : Heaven restore me ! - ' Would I were A neat - herd's daughter ! and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son ! Re - enter Queen . Cym . Thou foolish thing ! -- They were again together : you have done ...
... art thou mad ? Imo . Almost , sir : Heaven restore me ! - ' Would I were A neat - herd's daughter ! and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son ! Re - enter Queen . Cym . Thou foolish thing ! -- They were again together : you have done ...
الصفحة 20
... thou ? Dost thou think , in time She will not quench ; and let instructions enter Where folly now possesses ? Do thou work ; When thou shalt bring me word , she loves my son , I'll tell thee , on the instant , thou art then As great as is ...
... thou ? Dost thou think , in time She will not quench ; and let instructions enter Where folly now possesses ? Do thou work ; When thou shalt bring me word , she loves my son , I'll tell thee , on the instant , thou art then As great as is ...
الصفحة 37
... thou art , besides , thou wert too base : To be his groom : thou wert dignified enough , Even to the point of envy , if ' twere made Comparative for your virtues , to be styl'd The under - hangman of his kingdom ; and hated For being ...
... thou art , besides , thou wert too base : To be his groom : thou wert dignified enough , Even to the point of envy , if ' twere made Comparative for your virtues , to be styl'd The under - hangman of his kingdom ; and hated For being ...
الصفحة 47
... Thou art welcome , Caius , Thy Cæsar knighted me : my youth I spent Much under him ; of him I gather'd honour ; Which he , to seek of me again , perforce , Behoves me keep at utterance ; I am perfect , That the Pannonians and Dalmatians ...
... Thou art welcome , Caius , Thy Cæsar knighted me : my youth I spent Much under him ; of him I gather'd honour ; Which he , to seek of me again , perforce , Behoves me keep at utterance ; I am perfect , That the Pannonians and Dalmatians ...
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Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth duke of Cornwall Edmund emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool friends Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius Lysimachus madam Marcus Marina master mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pericles Pisanio poison'd poor Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre queen Regan revenge Roman Rome Saturninus SCENE sons sorrow speak Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell Thaisa thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS villain
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الصفحة 81 - Sc. 2. 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.
الصفحة 378 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
الصفحة 352 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these?
الصفحة 307 - This is the excellent foppery of the world ! that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behaviour,) we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, and the stars...
الصفحة 382 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are Centaurs, Though women all above : But to the girdle do the gods inherit, Beneath is all the fiends' ; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption ; — fie, fie, fie ! pah, pah ! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination : there's money for thee.
الصفحة 297 - For, by the sacred radiance of the sun ; The mysteries of Hecate, and the night : By all the operations of the orbs, From whom we do exist, and cease to be : Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee, from this, for ever.
الصفحة 296 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, They love you, all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry Half my love with him, half my care, and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
الصفحة 33 - SONG Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus gins arise His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd 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.
الصفحة 378 - ... down Hangs one that gathers samphire, — dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yond...
الصفحة 390 - Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly, I fear, I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks, I should know you, and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful: for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night : Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.