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Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Second Gentleman |
62 |
I honour him
Even out of your report. But, pray you, tell me,
Is she sole child to 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 |
94 |
Please your highness,
I will from hence to-day.
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5 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Posthumus Leonatus |
140 |
How, how! another?
You gentle gods, give me but this I have,
And sear up my embracements from a next
With bonds of death!
[Putting on the ring]
Remain, remain thou here
While sense can keep it on. And, sweetest, fairest,
As I my poor self did exchange for you,
To your so infinite loss, so in our trifles
I still win of you: for my sake wear this;
It is a manacle of love; I'll place it
Upon this fairest prisoner.
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6 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Imogen |
169 |
I beseech you, sir,
Harm not yourself with your vexation
I am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare
Subdues all pangs, all fears.
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7 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Imogen |
183 |
Sir,
It is your fault that I have loved Posthumus:
You bred him as my playfellow, and he is
A man worth any woman, overbuys me
Almost the sum he pays.
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8 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Queen |
197 |
Beseech your patience. Peace,
Dear lady daughter, peace! Sweet sovereign,
Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some comfort
Out of your best advice.
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9 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Queen |
205 |
Fie! you must give way.
[Enter PISANIO]
Here is your servant. How now, sir! What news?
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10 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Pisanio |
208 |
My lord your son drew on my master.
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11 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Imogen |
216 |
Your son's my father's friend; he takes his part.
To draw upon an exile! O brave sir!
I would they were in Afric both together;
Myself by with a needle, that I might prick
The goer-back. Why came you from your master?
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12 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Queen |
225 |
This hath been
Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour
He will remain so.
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13 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Pisanio |
228 |
I humbly thank your highness.
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14 |
Cymbeline
[I, 2] |
Second Lord |
246 |
[Aside] No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.
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15 |
Cymbeline
[I, 2] |
First Lord |
247 |
Stand you! You have land enough of your own: but
he added to your having; gave you some ground.
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16 |
Cymbeline
[I, 2] |
First Lord |
266 |
I'll attend your lordship.
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17 |
Cymbeline
[I, 3] |
Lady |
315 |
The queen, madam,
Desires your highness' company.
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18 |
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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19 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Posthumus Leonatus |
362 |
By your pardon, sir, I was then a young traveller;
rather shunned to go even with what I heard than in
my every action to be guided by others' experiences:
but upon my mended judgment—if I offend not to say
it is mended—my quarrel was not altogether slight.
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20 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Iachimo |
397 |
Either your unparagoned mistress is dead, or she's
outprized by a trifle.
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