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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... thank thee for thy love to me , which , thou shalt find , I will most kindly requite . I had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein , and have , by underhand means , laboured to dissuade him from it ; but he is resolute . I'll ...
... thank thee for thy love to me , which , thou shalt find , I will most kindly requite . I had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein , and have , by underhand means , laboured to dissuade him from it ; but he is resolute . I'll ...
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... thank him , and encourage him : My father's rough and envious disposition Sticks me at heart . - Sir , you have well deserv'd : If you do keep your promises in love , But justly , as you have exceeded all promise , Your mistress shall ...
... thank him , and encourage him : My father's rough and envious disposition Sticks me at heart . - Sir , you have well deserv'd : If you do keep your promises in love , But justly , as you have exceeded all promise , Your mistress shall ...
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... thank you , sir ; and pray you , tell me this : Which of the two was daughter of the duke , That here was at the wrestling ? Le Beau . Neither his daughter , if we judge by manners ; But yet , indeed , the shorter is his daughter : The ...
... thank you , sir ; and pray you , tell me this : Which of the two was daughter of the duke , That here was at the wrestling ? Le Beau . Neither his daughter , if we judge by manners ; But yet , indeed , the shorter is his daughter : The ...
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... thank it ; I do love it better than laugh- ing . Amiens . Those , that are in the extremity of either , are abominable fellows , and betray themselves to every modern censure , worse than drunkards . Jaques . I have neither the ...
... thank it ; I do love it better than laugh- ing . Amiens . Those , that are in the extremity of either , are abominable fellows , and betray themselves to every modern censure , worse than drunkards . Jaques . I have neither the ...
الصفحة 39
... thank ye ; and be bless'd for your good com- fort ! [ Exit . Duke . Thou see'st , we are not all alone unhappy : This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in . Jaques . All the world's ...
... thank ye ; and be bless'd for your good com- fort ! [ Exit . Duke . Thou see'st , we are not all alone unhappy : This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in . Jaques . All the world's ...
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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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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.