Women's Monologues in
Cymbeline
| Queen | Verse | Weeps she still, sayst thou? Dost thou think in time | I v 57 |
| Imogen | Verse | I did not take my leave of him, but had | I iii 33 |
| Imogen | Verse | Away! I do condemn mine ears that have | I vi 165 |
| Queen | Verse |
That opportunity
Which then they had to take from 's, to resume
| III i 19 |
| Imogen | Verse | Who? thy lord? that is my lord, Leonatus! | III ii 29 |
| Imogen |
Verse | Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, the place | III iv 1 |
|
Imogen
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Verse | I false! Thy conscience witness! Iachimo, | III iv 39 |
|
Imogen
|
Verse |
Why, I must die;
And if I do not by thy hand, thou art
|
III iv 70 |
|
Imogen
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Verse | I see a man's life is a tedious one | III vi 1 |
|
Imogen
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Verse | Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; which is the way? | IV ii 363 |
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Cymbeline
|
Verse |
O rare instinct!
When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridgment
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V v 460 |
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