The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...Mrs. Inchbald Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... means , laboured to dissuade him from it ; but he is resolute . I'll tell thee , Charles - it is the stubbornest young fellow of France ; full of ambition , an envious emulator of every man's good parts , a secret and villanous con ...
... means , laboured to dissuade him from it ; but he is resolute . I'll tell thee , Charles - it is the stubbornest young fellow of France ; full of ambition , an envious emulator of every man's good parts , a secret and villanous con ...
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... means or other : for , I assure thee , and almost with tears I speak it , there is not one so young and so villanous this day living . I speak but brotherly of him ; but , should I anató- mize him to thee as he is , I must blush and ...
... means or other : for , I assure thee , and almost with tears I speak it , there is not one so young and so villanous this day living . I speak but brotherly of him ; but , should I anató- mize him to thee as he is , I must blush and ...
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... mean to mock me after ; you should not have mocked me before : but come your ways . Ros . Now , Hercules be thy speed , young man ! Cel . I would I were invisible , to catch the strong fellow by the leg ! [ They wrestle . Ros . If I had ...
... mean to mock me after ; you should not have mocked me before : but come your ways . Ros . Now , Hercules be thy speed , young man ! Cel . I would I were invisible , to catch the strong fellow by the leg ! [ They wrestle . Ros . If I had ...
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... means . Shall we go , coz ? Cel . Ay : -Fare you well , fair gentleman ! Orl . Can I not say , I thank you ? My better parts Are all thrown down ; and that , which here stands up , Is but a quintaine , a mere lifeless block . Ros . He ...
... means . Shall we go , coz ? Cel . Ay : -Fare you well , fair gentleman ! Orl . Can I not say , I thank you ? My better parts Are all thrown down ; and that , which here stands up , Is but a quintaine , a mere lifeless block . Ros . He ...
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... mean attire ; The like do you ; so shall we pass along , And never stir assailants . Ros . Were it not better , Because , that I am more than common tall , That I did suit me all points like a man ? A gallant curtle - axe upon my thigh ...
... mean attire ; The like do you ; so shall we pass along , And never stir assailants . Ros . Were it not better , Because , that I am more than common tall , That I did suit me all points like a man ? A gallant curtle - axe upon my thigh ...
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APPARITORS AUTOLYCUS bear beseech better Bohemia brother Caius Camillo cardinal Cham Claud Claudio CLEOMENES Clown Corin court Crom Cromwell daughter death doth Duke Enter Esca ESCALUS Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hast hath hear heart Heaven Hermione Herne the hunter hither honest honour Host husband i'the Jaques king lady Leon LEONTES look Lord Angelo lord chamberlain Lucio maid marry Master Brook Master Doctor Mistress Ford never noble Oliv Orlando pardon PAULINA Phebe PHOCION Polixenes Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Prov PROVOST queen Quick Rosalind Rugby SCENE Shal Shep shepherd Sicilia Sir Henry Guildford Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Thomas Lovel Slen Slender speak sweet tell thank thee there's thing thou art TIPSTAVES to-morrow wife woman
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Страница 54 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I...
Страница 55 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues: be just and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's: then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Страница 57 - He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Страница 37 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
Страница 22 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet ; For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder.
Страница 39 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Страница 39 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Страница 40 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Страница 39 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes , And whistles in his sound.
Страница 53 - O ! how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours. There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.