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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Cymbeline |
173 |
Past grace? obedience?
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2 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Imogen |
174 |
Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace.
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3 |
Cymbeline
[I, 5] |
Cornelius |
497 |
Pleaseth your highness, ay: here they are, madam:
[Presenting a small box]
But I beseech your grace, without offence,—
My conscience bids me ask—wherefore you have
Commanded of me those most poisonous compounds,
Which are the movers of a languishing death;
But though slow, deadly?
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4 |
Cymbeline
[I, 6] |
Iachimo |
811 |
My humble thanks. I had almost forgot
To entreat your grace but in a small request,
And yet of moment to, for it concerns
Your lord; myself and other noble friends,
Are partners in the business.
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5 |
Cymbeline
[I, 6] |
Iachimo |
835 |
Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word
By lengthening my return. From Gallia
I cross'd the seas on purpose and on promise
To see your grace.
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6 |
Cymbeline
[III, 5] |
Caius Lucius |
1953 |
So, sir: I desire of you
A conduct over-land to Milford-Haven.
Madam, all joy befal your grace!
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7 |
Cymbeline
[IV, 2] |
Belarius |
2344 |
[Aside]. O noble strain!
O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness!
Cowards father cowards and base things sire base:
Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace.
I'm not their father; yet who this should be,
Doth miracle itself, loved before me.
'Tis the ninth hour o' the morn.
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8 |
Cymbeline
[V, 5] |
Cymbeline |
3365 |
Stand by my side, you whom the gods have made
Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart
That the poor soldier that so richly fought,
Whose rags shamed gilded arms, whose naked breast
Stepp'd before larges of proof, cannot be found:
He shall be happy that can find him, if
Our grace can make him so.
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9 |
Cymbeline
[V, 5] |
Cymbeline |
3477 |
I have surely seen him:
His favour is familiar to me. Boy,
Thou hast look'd thyself into my grace,
And art mine own. I know not why, wherefore,
To say 'live, boy:' ne'er thank thy master; live:
And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt,
Fitting my bounty and thy state, I'll give it;
Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner,
The noblest ta'en.
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10 |
Cymbeline
[V, 5] |
Cymbeline |
3527 |
Come, stand thou by our side;
Make thy demand aloud.
[To IACHIMO]
Sir, step you forth;
Give answer to this boy, and do it freely;
Or, by our greatness and the grace of it,
Which is our honour, bitter torture shall
Winnow the truth from falsehood. On, speak to him.
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