The works of William Shakespeare, ed. by H. Staunton, 4. cilt |
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Sayfa 5
... kind of natures , That labour on the bosom of this sphere To propagate their states : amongst them all , Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd , One do I personate of lord Timon's frame , Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to ...
... kind of natures , That labour on the bosom of this sphere To propagate their states : amongst them all , Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd , One do I personate of lord Timon's frame , Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to ...
Sayfa 13
... kind admittance : Music , make their welcome . 1 LORD . You see , my lord , how ample you ' re belov❜d . [ Exit CUPID . Music . Re - enter CUPID , with a masque of Ladies as Amazons , with lutes in their hands , dancing and playing ...
... kind admittance : Music , make their welcome . 1 LORD . You see , my lord , how ample you ' re belov❜d . [ Exit CUPID . Music . Re - enter CUPID , with a masque of Ladies as Amazons , with lutes in their hands , dancing and playing ...
Sayfa 14
... kind ; You have added worth unto ' t , and lustre , And entertain'd me with mine own device ; I am to thank you for it . 1 LADY . * My lord , you take us even at the best . APEM . Faith , for the worst is filthy ; and would not hold ...
... kind ; You have added worth unto ' t , and lustre , And entertain'd me with mine own device ; I am to thank you for it . 1 LADY . * My lord , you take us even at the best . APEM . Faith , for the worst is filthy ; and would not hold ...
Sayfa 15
... Kind my lord . 1 LORD . I am so far already in your gifts , — ALL . So are we all . Enter a Servant . SERV . My lord , there are certain nobles of the senate newly alighted , and come to visit you . TIM . They are fairly welcome . FLAV ...
... Kind my lord . 1 LORD . I am so far already in your gifts , — ALL . So are we all . Enter a Servant . SERV . My lord , there are certain nobles of the senate newly alighted , and come to visit you . TIM . They are fairly welcome . FLAV ...
Sayfa 16
... kind to heart , ' t is not enough to give ; Methinks , I could deal kingdoms to my friends , And ne'er be weary . - Alcibiades , Thou art a soldier , therefore seldom rich , It comes in charity to thee ; for all thy living Is ' mongst ...
... kind to heart , ' t is not enough to give ; Methinks , I could deal kingdoms to my friends , And ne'er be weary . - Alcibiades , Thou art a soldier , therefore seldom rich , It comes in charity to thee ; for all thy living Is ' mongst ...
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ALCIB Alcibiades Angelo ANNE APEM Apemantus ARIEL bear beseech blood brother BUCK Buckingham Caliban cardinal Catesby CHAM Clarence Claudio Cloten Collier's annotator Cymbeline dead death Dorset dost doth DUCH DUKE ELIZ Enter ESCAL Exeunt Exit eyes father fear FLAV folio folio omits folio reads fool friends GENT gentleman give grace GUIDERIUS hath hear heart heaven hither honour IACH IACHIMO Imogen ISAB KATH king king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings LUCIO madam master Measure for Measure MIRA mistress MURD never noble NORF Old text Pisanio poet Pompey poor Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince Prospero PROV Provost quartos queen Re-enter RICH Richard SCENE Shakespeare SIR THOMAS LOVELL soul speak Sycorax tell thank thee there's thine thing thou art Timon unto word
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