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Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
First Gentleman |
6 |
His daughter, and the heir of's kingdom, whom
He purposed to his wife's sole son—a widow
That late he married—hath referr'd herself
Unto a poor but worthy gentleman: she's wedded;
Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd: all
Is outward sorrow; though I think the king
Be touch'd at very heart.
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2 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
First Gentleman |
14 |
He that hath lost her too; so is the queen,
That most desired the match; but not a courtier,
Although they wear their faces to the bent
Of the king's look's, hath a heart that is not
Glad at the thing they scowl at.
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3 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
First Gentleman |
20 |
He that hath miss'd the princess is a thing
Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her—
I mean, that married her, alack, good man!
And therefore banish'd—is a creature such
As, to seek through the regions of the earth
For one his like, there would be something failing
In him that should compare. I do not think
So fair an outward and such stuff within
Endows a man but he.
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4 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
First Gentleman |
34 |
I cannot delve him to the root: his father
Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour
Against the Romans with Cassibelan,
But had his titles by Tenantius whom
He served with glory and admired success,
So gain'd the sur-addition Leonatus;
And had, besides this gentleman in question,
Two other sons, who in the wars o' the time
Died with their swords in hand; for which
their father,
Then old and fond of issue, took such sorrow
That he quit being, and his gentle lady,
Big of this gentleman our theme, deceased
As he was born. The king he takes the babe
To his protection, calls him Posthumus Leonatus,
Breeds him and makes him of his bed-chamber,
Puts to him all the learnings that his time
Could make him the receiver of; which he took,
As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd,
And in's spring became a harvest, lived in court—
Which rare it is to do—most praised, most loved,
A sample to the youngest, to the more mature
A glass that feated them, and to the graver
A child that guided dotards; to his mistress,
For whom he now is banish'd, her own price
Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue;
By her election may be truly read
What kind of man he is.
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5 |
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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6 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Queen |
122 |
Be brief, I pray you:
If the king come, I shall incur I know not
How much of his displeasure.
[Aside]
Yet I'll move him
To walk this way: I never do him wrong,
But he does buy my injuries, to be friends;
Pays dear for my offences.
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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] |
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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9 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Pisanio |
221 |
On his command: he would not suffer me
To bring him to the haven; left these notes
Of what commands I should be subject to,
When 't pleased you to employ me.
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10 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Queen |
225 |
This hath been
Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour
He will remain so.
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11 |
Cymbeline
[I, 2] |
First Lord |
241 |
Hurt him! his body's a passable carcass, if he be
not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.
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12 |
Cymbeline
[I, 2] |
Second Lord |
246 |
[Aside] No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.
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13 |
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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14 |
Cymbeline
[I, 3] |
Imogen |
271 |
I would thou grew'st unto the shores o' the haven,
And question'dst every sail: if he should write
And not have it, 'twere a paper lost,
As offer'd mercy is. What was the last
That he spake to thee?
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15 |
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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16 |
Cymbeline
[I, 3] |
Imogen |
292 |
I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd them, but
To look upon him, till the diminution
Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle,
Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from
The smallness of a gnat to air, and then
Have turn'd mine eye and wept. But, good Pisanio,
When shall we hear from him?
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17 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Iachimo |
323 |
Believe it, sir, I have seen him in Britain: he was
then of a crescent note, expected to prove so worthy
as since he hath been allowed the name of; but I
could then have looked on him without the help of
admiration, though the catalogue of his endowments
had been tabled by his side and I to peruse him by items.
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18 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Philario |
329 |
You speak of him when he was less furnished than now
he is with that which makes him both without and within.
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19 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Frenchman |
331 |
I have seen him in France: we had very many there
could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he.
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20 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Iachimo |
333 |
This matter of marrying his king's daughter, wherein
he must be weighed rather by her value than his own,
words him, I doubt not, a great deal from the matter.
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