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Fools are not mad folks. - Cymbeline (Imogen at II, iii) [Folly] I would this music would come. I am advised to give her music a-mornings; they say it will penetrate. - Cymbeline (Cloten at II, iii) [Music] There is gold for you. Sell me your good report. - Cymbeline (Cloten at II, iii) [Bribery] 'Tis gold Which buys admittance--oft it doth--yea, and makes Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up This deer to th' stand o' th' stealer: and 'tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief, Nay, sometimes hangs both thief and true man. - Cymbeline (Cloten at II, iii) [Bribery] Her pretty action did outsell her gift, And yet enriched it too. She gave it me and said She prized it once. - Cymbeline (Iachimo at II, iv) [Proverbs] It is a basilisk unto mine eye, Kills me to look on't. - Cymbeline (Posthumus at II, iv) [Fear] Sir, my circumstances, Being so near the truth as I will make them, Must first induce you to believe; whose strength I will confirm with oath, which I doubt not You'll give me leave to spare when you shall find You need it not. - Cymbeline (Iachimo at II, iv) [Circumstance] For even to vice They are not constant, but are changing still One vice but of a minute old for one Not half so old as that. - Cymbeline (Posthumus at II, v) [Inconstancy] For there's no motion That tends to vice in man, but I affirm It is the woman's part. - Cymbeline (Posthumus at II, v) [Proverbs] Me of my lawful pleasure she restrained And prayed me oft forbearance--did it with A pudency so rosy, the sweet view on't Might well have warmed old Saturn--that I thought her As chaste as unsunned snow. - Cymbeline (Posthumus at II, v) [Chastity] We are all bastards, And that most venerable man which I Did call my father was I know not where When I was stamped. Some coiner with his tools Made me a counterfeit; yet my mother seemed The Dian of that time. - Cymbeline (Posthumus at II, v) [Money] Yet 'tis greater skill In a true hate to pray they have their will; The very devils cannot plague them better. - Cymbeline (Posthumus at II, v) [Hatred] Remember, sir, my liege, The kings your ancestors, together with The natural bravery of your isle, which stands As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in With rocks unscalable and roaring waters, With sands that will not bear your enemies' boats But suck them up to th' topmast. - Cymbeline (Queen, wife to Cymbeline at III, i) [Islands] You good gods, Let what is here contained relish of love, Of my lord's health, of his content--yet not That we two are asunder; let that grieve him. Some griefs are med'cinable; that is one of them, For it doth physic love--of his content All but in that. - Cymbeline (Imogen at III, ii) [Grief] How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature! - Cymbeline (Belarius at III, iii) [Nature] O, this life Is nobler than attending for a check, Richer than doing nothing for a robe, Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk: Such pain the cap of him that makes him fine Yet keeps his book uncrossed. - Cymbeline (Belarius at III, iii) [Pride] Stoop, boys. This gate Instructs you how t' adore the heavens and bows you To a morning's holy office. - Cymbeline (Belarius at III, iii) [Worship] The gates of monarchs Are arched so high that giants may jet through And keep their impious turbans on without Good morrow to the sun. - Cymbeline (Belarius at III, iii) [Royalty] To apprehend thus Draws us a profit from all things we see, And often, to our comfort, shall we find The sharded beetle in a safer hold Than is the full-winged eagle. - Cymbeline (Belarius at III, iii) [Beetles] What should we speak of When we are as old as you? When we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how In this our pinching cave shall we discourse The freezing hours away? - Cymbeline (Arviragus at III, iii) [Age] When on my three-foot stool I sit and tell The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out Into my story; say 'Thus mine enemy fell, And thus I set my foot on's neck,' even then The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats, Strains his young nerves, and puts himself in posture That acts my words. - Cymbeline (Belarius at III, iii) [Furniture] When we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how In this our pinching cave shall we discourse The freezing hours away? - Cymbeline (Arviragus at III, iii) [December] Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine That cravens my weak hand. - Cymbeline (Imogen at III, iv) [Suicide] If't be summer news, Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st But keep that count'nance still. - Cymbeline (Imogen at III, iv) [News] No, 'tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath Rides on the posting winds and doth belie All corners of the world. Kings, queens. and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters. - Cymbeline (Pisanio at III, iv) [Nile River : Slander] Displaying page 80 of 186 for this author: << Prev Next >> 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 [80] 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186
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