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Page 130
Knighted in field , slain manfully in arms , In right and service of their noble
country : Give me a staff of honour for mine age , But not a sceptre to control the
world : Upright he held it , lords , that held it last . Mar. Titus , thou shalt obtain and
ask ...
Knighted in field , slain manfully in arms , In right and service of their noble
country : Give me a staff of honour for mine age , But not a sceptre to control the
world : Upright he held it , lords , that held it last . Mar. Titus , thou shalt obtain and
ask ...
Page 239
Whose death's , indeed , the strongest in our censure : And knowing this kingdom
, if without a head , ( Like goodly buildings left without a roof , ) Will soon to ruin
fall , your noble self , That best know'st how to rule , and how to reign , We thus ...
Whose death's , indeed , the strongest in our censure : And knowing this kingdom
, if without a head , ( Like goodly buildings left without a roof , ) Will soon to ruin
fall , your noble self , That best know'st how to rule , and how to reign , We thus ...
Page 265
If thou hadst drunk to him , it had been a kindness Becoming well thy feat ; what
canst thou say , When noble Pericles shall demand his child ? Dion . That she is
dead . Nurses are not the fates , To foster it , nor ever to preserve . She died by ...
If thou hadst drunk to him , it had been a kindness Becoming well thy feat ; what
canst thou say , When noble Pericles shall demand his child ? Dion . That she is
dead . Nurses are not the fates , To foster it , nor ever to preserve . She died by ...
Page 299
Here's France and Burgundy , my noble lord . Lear . My lord of Burgundy , We first
address towards you , who with this king Hath rivall'd for our daughter : What , in
the least , Will you require in present dower with her , Or cease your quest of ...
Here's France and Burgundy , my noble lord . Lear . My lord of Burgundy , We first
address towards you , who with this king Hath rivall'd for our daughter : What , in
the least , Will you require in present dower with her , Or cease your quest of ...
Page 399
Your name , your quality ? and why you answer This present summons ? Edg .
Know , my name is lost ; By treason's tooth bare - gnawn , and canker - bit : Yet
am I noble , as the adversary I come to cope witlal . Alb . Which is that adversary
?
Your name , your quality ? and why you answer This present summons ? Edg .
Know , my name is lost ; By treason's tooth bare - gnawn , and canker - bit : Yet
am I noble , as the adversary I come to cope witlal . Alb . Which is that adversary
?
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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?
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Bibliographic information
| Title | Cymbeline Volume 8 of The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | James Forsyth, Leadenhall Street, and John Greig, High Street, Edinburgh, 1811 |
| Original from | Princeton University |
| Digitized | 22 Feb 2008 |
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