Cymbeline

00:00:01 ¶¶

00:07:25 LEAVE US TO OURSELVES

00:12:11 - NOR YOU THE LADY. - I PRAISED HER AS I RATED HER.

00:14:44 ¶¶

00:18:29 MUST NEEDS APPEAR UN-KINGLIKE.

00:23:26 THIS OBJECT WHICH TAKES PRISONER THE WILD MOTIONS OF MINE EYE

00:26:08 HE HATH A-- A KIND OF HONOR ABOUT HIM

00:29:19 ¶ BUT I FEEL NOTHING ¶

00:33:27 LIKE THE CRIMSON DROPS IN THE BOTTOM OF A COWSLIP:

00:36:46 NOTHING SAVES THE WAGER YOU HAVE LAID.

00:39:11 AS BIG AS HELL CAN HOLD.

00:42:39 WHERE I HAVE LIVED AT HONEST FREEDOM

00:46:07 ( sobbing )

00:50:12 HOW CAN HER CONTEMPT BE ANSWERED?

00:54:26 TO THE COURT I'LL KNOCK HER BACK.

00:58:43 ¶ I SAY WHEN IT DROPS OH, YOU'RE GONNA FEEL IT ¶

01:03:48 JOVE KNOWS WHAT MAN THOU MIGHT'ST HAVE MADE.

01:08:59 WHERE IS THY HEAD?

01:12:31 Lucius: BE CHEERFUL; WIPE THINE EYES.

01:15:43 THAT IS MY BED, TOO, LADS

01:20:16 ( gunfire, explosions )

01:23:47 THESE HER WOMEN WERE PRESENT WHEN SHE FINISHED.

01:27:20 CAST MIRE UPON ME.

01:30:15 BUT HERE--