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Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
First Gentleman |
2 |
You do not meet a man but frowns: our bloods
No more obey the heavens than our courtiers
Still seem as does the king.
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2 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
First Gentleman |
65 |
His only child.
He had two sons: if this be worth your hearing,
Mark it: the eldest of them at three years old,
I' the swathing-clothes the other, from their nursery
Were stol'n, and to this hour no guess in knowledge
Which way they went.
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3 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Queen |
84 |
No, be assured you shall not find me, daughter,
After the slander of most stepmothers,
Evil-eyed unto you: you're my prisoner, but
Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys
That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus,
So soon as I can win the offended king,
I will be known your advocate: marry, yet
The fire of rage is in him, and 'twere good
You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience
Your wisdom may inform you.
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4 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Posthumus Leonatus |
111 |
My queen! my mistress!
O lady, weep no more, lest I give cause
To be suspected of more tenderness
Than doth become a man. I will remain
The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth:
My residence in Rome at one Philario's,
Who to my father was a friend, to me
Known but by letter: thither write, my queen,
And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send,
Though ink be made of gall.
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5 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Imogen |
180 |
No; I rather added
A lustre to it.
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6 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Queen |
209 |
Ha!
No harm, I trust, is done?
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7 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Pisanio |
211 |
There might have been,
But that my master rather play'd than fought
And had no help of anger: they were parted
By gentlemen at hand.
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8 |
Cymbeline
[I, 2] |
Second Lord |
240 |
[Aside] No, 'faith; not so much as his patience.
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9 |
Cymbeline
[I, 2] |
Second Lord |
246 |
[Aside] No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.
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10 |
Cymbeline
[I, 2] |
Second Lord |
263 |
[Aside] I wish not so; unless it had been the fall
of an ass, which is no great hurt.
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11 |
Cymbeline
[I, 3] |
Pisanio |
281 |
No, madam; for so long
As he could make me with this eye or ear
Distinguish him from others, he did keep
The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,
Still waving, as the fits and stirs of 's mind
Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on,
How swift his ship.
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12 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Philario |
344 |
His father and I were soldiers together; to whom I
have been often bound for no less than my life.
Here comes the Briton: let him be so entertained
amongst you as suits, with gentlemen of your
knowing, to a stranger of his quality.
[Enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS]
I beseech you all, be better known to this
gentleman; whom I commend to you as a noble friend
of mine: how worthy he is I will leave to appear
hereafter, rather than story him in his own hearing.
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13 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Posthumus Leonatus |
417 |
Sir, with all my heart. This worthy signior, I
thank him, makes no stranger of me; we are familiar at first.
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14 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Posthumus Leonatus |
422 |
No, no.
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15 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Iachimo |
441 |
Yours; whom in constancy you think stands so safe.
I will lay you ten thousand ducats to your ring,
that, commend me to the court where your lady is,
with no more advantage than the opportunity of a
second conference, and I will bring from thence
that honour of hers which you imagine so reserved.
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16 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Philario |
461 |
I will have it no lay.
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17 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Iachimo |
462 |
By the gods, it is one. If I bring you no
sufficient testimony that I have enjoyed the dearest
bodily part of your mistress, my ten thousand ducats
are yours; so is your diamond too: if I come off,
and leave her in such honour as you have trust in,
she your jewel, this your jewel, and my gold are
yours: provided I have your commendation for my more
free entertainment.
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18 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Posthumus Leonatus |
470 |
I embrace these conditions; let us have articles
betwixt us. Only, thus far you shall answer: if
you make your voyage upon her and give me directly
to understand you have prevailed, I am no further
your enemy; she is not worth our debate: if she
remain unseduced, you not making it appear
otherwise, for your ill opinion and the assault you
have made to her chastity you shall answer me with
your sword.
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19 |
Cymbeline
[I, 5] |
Cornelius |
530 |
[Aside] I do suspect you, madam;
But you shall do no harm.
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20 |
Cymbeline
[I, 5] |
Cornelius |
533 |
[Aside] I do not like her. She doth think she has
Strange lingering poisons: I do know her spirit,
And will not trust one of her malice with
A drug of such damn'd nature. Those she has
Will stupefy and dull the sense awhile;
Which first, perchance, she'll prove on
cats and dogs,
Then afterward up higher: but there is
No danger in what show of death it makes,
More than the locking-up the spirits a time,
To be more fresh, reviving. She is fool'd
With a most false effect; and I the truer,
So to be false with her.
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