Cymbeline. Romeo and JulietPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... IACHIMO , Friend to Philario . CAIUS LUCIUS , Ambassador from Rome . PISANIO , Servant to Posthumus . A French Gentleman . CORNELIUS , a Physician . Two Gentlemen . WOMEN . Queen , Wife to Cymbeline . IMOGEN , Daughter to Cymbeline by a ...
... IACHIMO , Friend to Philario . CAIUS LUCIUS , Ambassador from Rome . PISANIO , Servant to Posthumus . A French Gentleman . CORNELIUS , a Physician . Two Gentlemen . WOMEN . Queen , Wife to Cymbeline . IMOGEN , Daughter to Cymbeline by a ...
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... IACHIMO , and a Frenchman . Enter lach . Believe it , sir : I have seen him in Britain ; he was then of a crescent note : expected to prove so worthy , as since he has been allowed the name of : but I could then have look'd on him ...
... IACHIMO , and a Frenchman . Enter lach . Believe it , sir : I have seen him in Britain ; he was then of a crescent note : expected to prove so worthy , as since he has been allowed the name of : but I could then have look'd on him ...
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... . [ Exeunt POST . and IACH . French . Will this hold , think you ? Phil . Signior Iachimo will not from it . Pray , let us follow ' em . [ Exeunt . SCENE SCENE VI . CYMBELINE's Palace . Enter Queen , Ladies A & t 1 . 23 CYMBELINE .
... . [ Exeunt POST . and IACH . French . Will this hold , think you ? Phil . Signior Iachimo will not from it . Pray , let us follow ' em . [ Exeunt . SCENE SCENE VI . CYMBELINE's Palace . Enter Queen , Ladies A & t 1 . 23 CYMBELINE .
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... IACHIMO . Pis . Madam , a noble gentleman of Rome , Comes from my lord with letters . lach . Change you , madam ? The worthy Leonatus is in safety . And greets your highness dearly . Imo . Thanks , good sir ; 599 [ Gives a Letter . You ...
... IACHIMO . Pis . Madam , a noble gentleman of Rome , Comes from my lord with letters . lach . Change you , madam ? The worthy Leonatus is in safety . And greets your highness dearly . Imo . Thanks , good sir ; 599 [ Gives a Letter . You ...
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... IACHIMO , from the Trunk . lach . The crickets sing , and man's o'er - labour'd sense Repairs itself by rest : Our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes , ere he waken'd Dij 80 The The chastity he wounded . - Cytherea , How bravely ...
... IACHIMO , from the Trunk . lach . The crickets sing , and man's o'er - labour'd sense Repairs itself by rest : Our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes , ere he waken'd Dij 80 The The chastity he wounded . - Cytherea , How bravely ...
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ancient Antony and Cleopatra art thou ARVIRAGUS Attorney at Law BELARIUS Ben Jonson Benvolio Bookseller Bristol Britons Cæsar CAPULET Clot Cloten CYMBELINE dead dear death doth edition Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear flowers folio Friar Friar LAWRENCE gentleman George give gleek gods grave grief Guid GUIDERIUS hand hath heart heaven hence Here's honour Iachimo Imogen James John JOHNSON king lach lady Leonatus lord madam MALONE Mantua married mean Mercutio mistress Montague musick night noble Nurse old copy Paris passage Pisanio play Post Posthumus pray Prince quarto Queen Roman Romeo Romeus and Juliet SCENE Shakspere shew sleep speak speech stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell Theatre-Royal thee thine thing Thomas thou art thou hast Tybalt Verona villain WARBURTON William word
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Страница 33 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
Страница 115 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Страница 115 - Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I will still stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night Depart again: here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.
Страница 22 - Of healths five-fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
Страница 36 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Страница 37 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
Страница 34 - O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Страница 66 - Come, night, come, Romeo, come, thou day in night : For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
Страница 37 - I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered.
Страница 80 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.