The Plays of William Shakspeare: CymbelineC. and A. Conrad, 1810 |
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... Exit Queen Dissembling courtesy ! How fine this tyrant Can tickle where she wounds ! -My dearest husband , I something fear my father's wrath ; but nothing , ( Always reserv'd my holy duty ) what His rage can do on me : You must be gone ...
... Exit Queen Dissembling courtesy ! How fine this tyrant Can tickle where she wounds ! -My dearest husband , I something fear my father's wrath ; but nothing , ( Always reserv'd my holy duty ) what His rage can do on me : You must be gone ...
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... Exit . Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The lothness to depart would grow : Adieu ! Imo . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such parting were too petty . Look here , love ...
... Exit . Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The lothness to depart would grow : Adieu ! Imo . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such parting were too petty . Look here , love ...
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... Exit . That thou should'st repair my youth ; thou heapest A year's age on me ! Imo . I beseech you , sir , Harm not yourself with your vexation ; I Am senseless of your wrath ; a touch more rare Subdues all pangs , all fears . Cym ...
... Exit . That thou should'st repair my youth ; thou heapest A year's age on me ! Imo . I beseech you , sir , Harm not yourself with your vexation ; I Am senseless of your wrath ; a touch more rare Subdues all pangs , all fears . Cym ...
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... Exit . A drop of blood a day ; and , being aged , Die of this folly ! Queen . Enter PISANIO . Fy - you must give way : Here is your servant . - How now , sir ? What news ? Pis . My lord your son drew on my master . Queen . No harm , I ...
... Exit . A drop of blood a day ; and , being aged , Die of this folly ! Queen . Enter PISANIO . Fy - you must give way : Here is your servant . - How now , sir ? What news ? Pis . My lord your son drew on my master . Queen . No harm , I ...
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... Exit . Queen . Weeps she still , say'st 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 ...
... Exit . Queen . Weeps she still , say'st 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 ...
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Aaron Andronicus Bassianus Bawd beseech blood Boult Brabantio brother call'd Cassio CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cymbeline Cyprus daughter dead death Desdemona Dionyza dost doth Emil emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear friends Gent gentlemen give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Iach IACHIMO Iago Imogen Jago kill'd king lady Lavinia look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina Michael Cassio mistress Mitylene Moor murder musick ne'er never night noble Othello Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre queen revenge Roderigo Roman Rome Saturnine SCENE Simonides sons sorrow soul speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue villain weep wife