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Page 262
... CAMILLO , ANTIGONUS , Four Lords of Sicilia CLEOMENES , DION , POLIXENES , king of Bohemia . FLORIZEL , prince of Bohemia . ARCHIDAMUS , a Lord of Bohemia . Old Shepherd , reputed father of Perdita . Clown , his son . AUTOLYCUS , a ...
... CAMILLO , ANTIGONUS , Four Lords of Sicilia CLEOMENES , DION , POLIXENES , king of Bohemia . FLORIZEL , prince of Bohemia . ARCHIDAMUS , a Lord of Bohemia . Old Shepherd , reputed father of Perdita . Clown , his son . AUTOLYCUS , a ...
Page 273
... Camillo ; and these two play the chief part in guiding the action to its benign end . Camillo furthers the for- tunes first of Polixenes , then of Florizel ; Paulina is a rough - tongued conscience to Leontes , whose constant presence ...
... Camillo ; and these two play the chief part in guiding the action to its benign end . Camillo furthers the for- tunes first of Polixenes , then of Florizel ; Paulina is a rough - tongued conscience to Leontes , whose constant presence ...
Page 277
... CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS . Arch . If you shall chance , Camillo , to visit Bohemia , on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot , you shall see , as I have said , great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia . Cam ...
... CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS . Arch . If you shall chance , Camillo , to visit Bohemia , on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot , you shall see , as I have said , great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia . Cam ...
Page 279
... CAMILLO , and Attendants . Pol . Nine changes of the watery star hath been The shepherd's note since we have left our throne Without a burthen : time as long again Would be fill'd up , my brother , with our thanks ; And yet we should ...
... CAMILLO , and Attendants . Pol . Nine changes of the watery star hath been The shepherd's note since we have left our throne Without a burthen : time as long again Would be fill'd up , my brother , with our thanks ; And yet we should ...
Page 288
... Camillo there ? Why , that's some comfort . Cam . Ay , my good lord . Leon . Go play , Mamillius ; thou'rt an honest man . [ Exit Mamillius . Camillo , this great sir will yet stay longer . Cam . You had much ado to make his anchor hold ...
... Camillo there ? Why , that's some comfort . Cam . Ay , my good lord . Leon . Go play , Mamillius ; thou'rt an honest man . [ Exit Mamillius . Camillo , this great sir will yet stay longer . Cam . You had much ado to make his anchor hold ...
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Ariel Autolycus Bawd Belarius beseech Bohemia Boult brother Caliban Camillo CLEON Cloten court Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes F. W. H. MYERS father fear Fish Gent gentleman give gods grace Guiderius hath hear heart heaven Helicanus Hermione honour Iach Iachimo Imogen king knight lady Leon Leontes live look lord Lysimachus madam Marina master mistress monster Mytilene never noble Pandosto Paul Paulina Pentapolis Perdita Pericles Pisanio play Polixenes Post Posthumus pray prince prince of Tyre prithee Pros Prospero queen Re-enter Roman SCENE Shakespeare shalt Shep Sicilia Skirgiello speak strange swear sweet Sycorax tell Tempest Thaisa thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Trin Trinculo Tyre wife Winter's Tale word
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Page 467 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Page 216 - 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 462 - The isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again ; and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Page 482 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt ; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck 'd up The pine and cedar : graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em...
Page 482 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Page 483 - The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason...
Page 427 - You taught me language ; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you For learning me your language ! Pros.
Page 347 - A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function : Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Page 487 - O, wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in 't ! Pros. 'Tis new to thee.
Page 214 - With fairest flowers. 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 azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...