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... Mytilene . CERIMON , a lord of Ephesus . THALIARD , a lord of Antioch . PHILEMON , servant to Cerimon . LEONINE , servant to Dionyza . Marshal . A Pandar . BOULT , his servant . The Daughter of Antiochus . DIONYZA , wife to Cleon ...
... Mytilene . CERIMON , a lord of Ephesus . THALIARD , a lord of Antioch . PHILEMON , servant to Cerimon . LEONINE , servant to Dionyza . Marshal . A Pandar . BOULT , his servant . The Daughter of Antiochus . DIONYZA , wife to Cleon ...
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... Mytilene from his evil purpose , can hardly have appealed to Shakespeare , with its Spenserian breadth and simplicity , as proper for the central situation of a drama . And the earlier crisis , in which Dionyza plots her death , is ...
... Mytilene from his evil purpose , can hardly have appealed to Shakespeare , with its Spenserian breadth and simplicity , as proper for the central situation of a drama . And the earlier crisis , in which Dionyza plots her death , is ...
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... Mytilene - scenes in the fourth act are too repulsive for him to have written ; certainly the loathsome figures of Boult and his crew are drawn with a drastic vigour of which there is hardly a trace in the first two acts . But powerful ...
... Mytilene - scenes in the fourth act are too repulsive for him to have written ; certainly the loathsome figures of Boult and his crew are drawn with a drastic vigour of which there is hardly a trace in the first two acts . But powerful ...
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... Mytilene . A room in a brothel . Enter Pandar , Bawd , and BOULT . Pand . Boult ! Boult . Sir ? Pand . Search the market narrowly ; Mytilene is full of gallants . We lost too much money this mart by being too wenchless . Bawd . We were ...
... Mytilene . A room in a brothel . Enter Pandar , Bawd , and BOULT . Pand . Boult ! Boult . Sir ? Pand . Search the market narrowly ; Mytilene is full of gallants . We lost too much money this mart by being too wenchless . Bawd . We were ...
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... Mytilene . 30 40 50 [ Exit . SCENE V. Mytilene . A street before the brothel . Enter , from the brothel , two Gentlemen . First Gent . Did you ever hear the like ? Sec . Gent . No , nor never shall do in such a place as this , she being ...
... Mytilene . 30 40 50 [ Exit . SCENE V. Mytilene . A street before the brothel . Enter , from the brothel , two Gentlemen . First Gent . Did you ever hear the like ? Sec . Gent . No , nor never shall do in such a place as this , she being ...
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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...