The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808
 

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Сторінка 65 - Adopting his portraits, are pleased with their own : Say, where has our poet this malady caught, Or, wherefore his characters thus without fault? Say, was it that vainly directing his view To find out men's virtues, and finding them few, Quite sick of pursuing each troublesome elf, He grew lazy at last, and drew from himself?
Сторінка 13 - I should not have the fault of self-conceit to combat; that, at least, is not amongst the number. BEL. No; if I knew that man on earth who thought more humbly of me than I do of myself, I would take up his opinion, and forego my own. STOCK. And, was I to choose a pupil, it should be one of your complexion.
Сторінка 11 - ... we are met : and the pleasure this meeting gives me, amply compensates for the perils I have run through in accomplishing it. Stock. What perils, Mr. Belcour ? I could not have thought you would have made a bad passage at this time o'year.
Сторінка 11 - I am rejoiced to see you ; you are welcome to England ! Bel. I thank you heartily, good Mr. Stockwell ; you and I have long conversed at a distance ; now we are met ; and the pleasure this meeting gives me, amply compensates for the perils I have run through in accomplishing it.
Сторінка 22 - That's being too severe : I hold him to be a moralist in the noblest sense; he plays, indeed, with the fancy, and sometimes, perhaps, too wantonly ; but while he thus designedly masks his main attack, p he comes at once upon the heart ; refines, amends it, softens it ; beats down each selfish barrier from about it, and opens every sluice of pity and benevolence.
Сторінка 82 - tis a frivolous sort of a question, that of yours, for you may see plainly enough by the young lady's looks, that she says a great deal, though she speaks never a word. Charles. Well, sister, I believe the Major has fairly interpreted the state of your heart.
Сторінка 14 - I condemn you ! I thank Heaven, Miss Rusport, I am no ways responsible for your conduct; nor is it any concern of mine how you dispose of yourself; you are not my daughter; and, when I married your father, poor Sir Stephen Rusport, I found you a forward spoiled Miss of fourteen far above being instructed by me.
Сторінка 20 - Ah ! common efforts all : strike me a master-stroke, Mr. Fulmer, if you wish to make any figure in this country. Ful. But where, how, and what? I have blustered for prerogative ; I have bellowed for freedom ; I have offered to serve my country ; I have engaged to betray it ; a master stroke, truly ! why, I have talked treason, writ treason, and, if a man can't live by that, he can live by nothing.
Сторінка 38 - O'Fla. Rest yourself upon my arm: never spare it: 'tis strong enough; it has stood harder service than you can put it to. Lucy. Mercy upon me, what is the matter? I am frightened out of my wits — Has your ladyship had an accident?
Сторінка 60 - I insist upon referring our dispute to him. Your sister and I, Charles, have a quarrel: Belcour, the hero of your letter, has just left us : — somehow or other, Louisa's bright eyes have caught him ; and the poor fellow's fallen...

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