CymbelineJames Forsyth, Leadenhall Street, and John Greig, High Street, Edinburgh, 1811 |
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6 psl.
... fear my father's wrath ; but nothing , ( Always reserv'd my holy duty , ) what His rage can do on me : You must be gone ; And I shall here abide the hourly shot Of angry eyes ; not comforted to live , But that there is this jewel in the ...
... fear my father's wrath ; but nothing , ( Always reserv'd my holy duty , ) what His rage can do on me : You must be gone ; And I shall here abide the hourly shot Of angry eyes ; not comforted to live , But that there is this jewel in the ...
8 psl.
... fears . Cym . Past grace ? obedience ? [ Exit . Imo . Past hope , and in despair ; that way , past grace . Cym . That might'st have had the sole son of my queen ! Imo . O bless'd , that I might not ! I chose an eagle , And did avoid a ...
... fears . Cym . Past grace ? obedience ? [ Exit . Imo . Past hope , and in despair ; that way , past grace . Cym . That might'st have had the sole son of my queen ! Imo . O bless'd , that I might not ! I chose an eagle , And did avoid a ...
16 psl.
... fear not my ring . Phi . Let us leave here , gentlemen . Post . Sir , with all my heart . This worthy signior , I thank him , makes no stranger of me ; we are fami- liar at first . Iach . With five times so much conversation , I should ...
... fear not my ring . Phi . Let us leave here , gentlemen . Post . Sir , with all my heart . This worthy signior , I thank him , makes no stranger of me ; we are fami- liar at first . Iach . With five times so much conversation , I should ...
17 psl.
... fear . Post . This is but a custom in your tongue ; you bear a graver purpose , I hope . Jach . I am the master of my speeches ; and would undergo what's spoken , I swear . till Post . Will you ? -I shall but lend my diamond your return ...
... fear . Post . This is but a custom in your tongue ; you bear a graver purpose , I hope . Jach . I am the master of my speeches ; and would undergo what's spoken , I swear . till Post . Will you ? -I shall but lend my diamond your return ...
25 psl.
... fear , Has forgot Britain . Iach . And himself . Not I , Inclin'd to this intelligence , pronounce The beggary of his change ; but ' tis your graces , That from my mutest conscience , to my tongue , Charms this report out . Imo . Let me ...
... fear , Has forgot Britain . Iach . And himself . Not I , Inclin'd to this intelligence , pronounce The beggary of his change ; but ' tis your graces , That from my mutest conscience , to my tongue , Charms this report out . Imo . Let me ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth duke of Cornwall Edmund emperor empress 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 lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius Lysimachus madam Marcus Marina master mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pericles Pisanio poison'd poor Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre queen Regan revenge Roman Rome Saturninus SCENE sons sorrow speak Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell Thaisa thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS villain
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81 psl. - 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.
378 psl. - 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...
352 psl. - 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?
307 psl. - 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...
382 psl. - 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.
297 psl. - 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.
296 psl. - 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.
33 psl. - 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.
378 psl. - ... 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...
390 psl. - 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.