Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical : Printed from the Acting Copies, as Performed at the Theatres-royal, London, Том 9

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John Cumberland, 1826
 

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Сторінка 9 - Your curiosity is laudable ; and I gratify it with the greater pleasure, because from thence you may learn how honest merchants, as such, may sometimes contribute to the safety of their country, as they do at all times to its happiness...
Сторінка 15 - Am I refused, by the first man, the second favour I ever stooped to ask ? Go then, thou proud hard-hearted youth ; but know, you are the only man that could be found, who would let me sue twice for greater favours. Barn. What shall I do ? How shall I go, or stay ? Mill.
Сторінка 22 - Away ! no woman could descend so low : A skipping, dancing, worthless tribe you are ; Fit only for yourselves : you herd together ; And when the circling glass warms your vain hearts, You talk of beauties that you never saw, And fancy raptures that you never knew.
Сторінка 28 - LUCY. There was the difficulty of it. Had it been his own, it had been nothing. Were the world his, she might have it for a smile. — But those golden days are done; he's ruined, and Millwood's hopes of farther profits there are at an end. BLUNT. That's no more than we all expected.
Сторінка 12 - I'll see you to your chamber. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Room in MILLWOOD'S House. MILLWOOD and LUCY discovered. Mill. How do I look to.day, Lucy? Lucy. Oh, killingly, madam! A little more red, and you'll be irresistible. -But why this more than ordinary care of your dress and complexion ? What new conquest are you aiming at?
Сторінка 19 - Tis hard ; but upon any conditions I must be your friend. Barn. Then, as much as one lost to himself can be another's, I am yours. [Embracing.] True.
Сторінка 42 - By my strong grief, my heart even melts within me; I could curse nature, and that tyrant honour, For making me thy father and thy judge ; Thou art my daughter still.
Сторінка 25 - What have I done. Were my resolutions founded on reason, and sincerely made, — why then has heaven suffered me to fall ? I sought not the occasion ; and, if my heart deceives me not, compassion and generosity were my motives.
Сторінка 16 - Be dumb for ever, silent as the grave ; Nor let thy fond, officious love disturb ^ My solemn sadness with the sound of joy.
Сторінка 37 - I never shall sleep more — If then to sleep be to be happy, he, Who sleeps the longest, is the happiest ; Death is the longest sleep— Oh, have a care ? Mischief will thrive apace.

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