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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

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.

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.

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.

4

Cymbeline
[I, 1]

Second Gentleman

73

That a king's children should be so convey'd,
So slackly guarded, and the search so slow,
That could not trace them!

5

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.

6

Cymbeline
[I, 1]

Queen

96

You know the peril.
I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying
The pangs of barr'd affections, though the king
Hath charged you should not speak together.

7

Cymbeline
[I, 1]

Imogen

101

O
Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant
Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband,
I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing—
Always reserved my holy duty—what
His rage can do on me: you must be gone;
And I shall here abide the hourly shot
Of angry eyes, not comforted to live,
But that there is this jewel in the world
That I may see again.

8

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.

9

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.

10

Cymbeline
[I, 1]

Imogen

176

O blest, that I might not! I chose an eagle,
And did avoid a puttock.

11

Cymbeline
[I, 1]

Cymbeline

192

Thou foolish thing!
[Re-enter QUEEN]
They were again together: you have done
Not after our command. Away with her,
And pen her up.

12

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.

13

Cymbeline
[I, 2]

Second Lord

240

[Aside] No, 'faith; not so much as his patience.

14

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.

15

Cymbeline
[I, 2]

Cloten

245

The villain would not stand me.

16

Cymbeline
[I, 2]

Cloten

250

I would they had not come between us.

17

Cymbeline
[I, 2]

First Lord

256

Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain
go not together: she's a good sign, but I have seen
small reflection of her wit.

18

Cymbeline
[I, 2]

Second Lord

259

[Aside] She shines not upon fools, lest the
reflection should hurt her.

19

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.

20

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?