Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King LearJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... Pisanio has left her in the forest ; her being almost famished ; and being taken at a subsequent period , into the service of the Roman General as a page . The general scheme of Cymbeline is , in my opinion , formed on Boccace's novel ...
... Pisanio has left her in the forest ; her being almost famished ; and being taken at a subsequent period , into the service of the Roman General as a page . The general scheme of Cymbeline is , in my opinion , formed on Boccace's novel ...
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... Pisanio , Servant to Posthumus . Cornelius , a Physician . Two Gentlemen . Two Gaolers . Queen , Wife to Cymbeline . Imogen , Daughter to Cymbeline by a former Queen . Helen , Woman to Imogen . Lords , Ladies , Roman Senators , Tribunes ...
... Pisanio , Servant to Posthumus . Cornelius , a Physician . Two Gentlemen . Two Gaolers . Queen , Wife to Cymbeline . Imogen , Daughter to Cymbeline by a former Queen . Helen , Woman to Imogen . Lords , Ladies , Roman Senators , Tribunes ...
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... PISANIO . Queen . Fye ! -you must give way : Here is your servant . - How now , sir ? What news ? overbuys me Almost the sum he pays . ] So small is my value , and so great is his , that in the purchase he has made ( for which he paid ...
... PISANIO . Queen . Fye ! -you must give way : Here is your servant . - How now , sir ? What news ? overbuys me Almost the sum he pays . ] So small is my value , and so great is his , that in the purchase he has made ( for which he paid ...
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... PISANIO . [ Aside . [ Exeunt . Imo . I would thou grew'st unto the shores o'the haven , And question'dst every sail : if he should write , And I not have it , ' twere a paper lost , 8 As offer'd mercy is . What was the last That he ...
... PISANIO . [ Aside . [ Exeunt . Imo . I would thou grew'st unto the shores o'the haven , And question'dst every sail : if he should write , And I not have it , ' twere a paper lost , 8 As offer'd mercy is . What was the last That he ...
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... Pisanio , When shall we hear from him ? Pis . With his next vantage.9 Be assur'd , madam , Imo . I did not take my leave of him , but had Most pretty things to say : ere I could tell him , How I would think on him , at certain hours ...
... Pisanio , When shall we hear from him ? Pis . With his next vantage.9 Be assur'd , madam , Imo . I did not take my leave of him , but had Most pretty things to say : ere I could tell him , How I would think on him , at certain hours ...
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Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Edmund emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool friends Gent gentleman give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king KING LEAR lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina master means mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio poor Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE queen Regan Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare sorrow speak STEEVENS Stew sweet Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Tyre villain word
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Page 410 - 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 ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 358 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune,— often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
Page 440 - 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 400 - O, reason not the need : our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's: thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm. — But, for true need, — You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need ! You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Page 405 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription;° why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man...
Page 95 - 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 azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Page 372 - Hear, nature, hear ; dear goddess, hear ! — Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase ; And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem...
Page 401 - No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are, yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Page 357 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us : though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects...
Page 444 - Ay, every inch a king : When I do stare, see how the subject quakes. I pardon that man's life. — What was thy cause? — Adultery? — Thou shalt not die : die for adultery ! No : The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly Does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive ; for Gloster's bastard son Was kinder to his father than my daughters Got 'tween the lawful sheets. To't, luxury, pell-mell, for I lack soldiers. — Behold yond...