Quotes from Cymbeline — William Shakespeare
1564–1616 England
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Died with their swords in hand.
Cymbeline (1611)
What should we speak of
When we are old as you? When we shall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December.
Cymbeline (1611)
When I was stamp'd, some coiner with his tools
Made me a counterfeit.
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When on my three-foot stool I sit.
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What art thou? Have not I
An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?
Thy words, I grant, are bigger, for I wear
My dagger in my mouth.
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Hast thou not learn'd me how
To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, so
That our great king himself doth woo me oft
For my confections?
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Tis gold
Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and
Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up
Their deer to the stand o' the stealer: and 'tis gold
Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief;
Nay, sometimes hangs both thief and true man.
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Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was, for not being such a smile:
The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly
From so divine a temple, to commix
With winds that sailors rail at.
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Mine eyes
Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart,
That thought her like her seeming; it had been vicious
To have mistrusted her.
Cymbeline (1611)