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Сторінка 202 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Сторінка 31 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour ; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Сторінка 167 - Security] wherein was personated a King, or some great Prince, with his Courtiers of severall kinds, amongst which three Ladies were in speciall grace with him, and they keeping him in delights and pleasures, drew him from his graver Counsellors, hearing of Sermons...
Сторінка 15 - Was play'd betwixt the black house and the white: The white house won. Yet still the black doth brag. They had the power to put me in the bag. Use but your royal hand, 'twill set me free, 'Tis but removing of a man — that's ME.
Сторінка 160 - His was the spell o'er hearts Which only acting lends, The youngest of the sister arts, Where all their beauty blends : For ill can Poetry express Full many a tone of thought sublime, And Painting, mute and motionless, Steals but a glance of Time. But by the mighty actor brought, Illusion's perfect triumphs come ; Verse ceases to be airy thought, And Sculpture to be dumb.
Сторінка 110 - I've read, my friend, And like the half, you pilfer'd, best ; But, sure, the drama you might mend ; Take courage, man, and steal the rest ! CIBBER, GARRICK, AND MRS.
Сторінка 168 - ... and then discovered his face, that the spectators might see how they had transformed him going on with their singing.
Сторінка 162 - The tragic paragons had grown — They were the children of her pride, The columns of her throne, And undivided favour ran From heart to heart in their applause. Save for the gallantry of man In lovelier woman's cause.
Сторінка 167 - In the city of Gloucester the manner is (as I think it is in other like corporations) that, when players of interludes come to town, they first attend the mayor, to inform him what nobleman's servants they are, and so to get licence for their public playing...