The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Convent Gardin, Haymarket, and Lyceum, Том 6Mrs. Inchbald Hurst, Robinson, 1824 |
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... , He will remain so . Pisanio . I humbly thank your highness . Imog . Well , good Pisanio , [ Exit . Thou saw'st thy lord on board ? What was the last That he spake to thee ? Pisanio . ' Twas " His queen , his queen 12 [ ACT I. CYMBELINE .
... , He will remain so . Pisanio . I humbly thank your highness . Imog . Well , good Pisanio , [ Exit . Thou saw'st thy lord on board ? What was the last That he spake to thee ? Pisanio . ' Twas " His queen , his queen 12 [ ACT I. CYMBELINE .
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... thank him , makes no stranger of me ; we are familiar at first . Iach . With five times so much conversation , I should get ground of your fair mistress : make her go back , even to the yielding ; had I admittance , and opportunity to ...
... thank him , makes no stranger of me ; we are familiar at first . Iach . With five times so much conversation , I should get ground of your fair mistress : make her go back , even to the yielding ; had I admittance , and opportunity to ...
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... Thanks , good sir ; You are kindly welcome . Iach . All of her , that is out of door , most rich ! If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare , She is alone the Arabian bird ; and I Have lost the wager . Boldness be my friend ! Arm me ...
... Thanks , good sir ; You are kindly welcome . Iach . All of her , that is out of door , most rich ! If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare , She is alone the Arabian bird ; and I Have lost the wager . Boldness be my friend ! Arm me ...
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... Thanks , madam ; well : - : - ' Beseech you , sir , Desire my man's abode where I did leave him : He's strange , and peevish . Pisanio . I was going , sir , To give him welcome . [ Exit . Imog . Continues well my lord ? His health ...
... Thanks , madam ; well : - : - ' Beseech you , sir , Desire my man's abode where I did leave him : He's strange , and peevish . Pisanio . I was going , sir , To give him welcome . [ Exit . Imog . Continues well my lord ? His health ...
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... thanks - I had almost forgot , To entreat your grace but in a small request , And yet of moment too , for it concerns ... thank you for your pains ; But not away to - morrow ? Iach . O , I must , madam Therefore I shall beseech you , if ...
... thanks - I had almost forgot , To entreat your grace but in a small request , And yet of moment too , for it concerns ... thank you for your pains ; But not away to - morrow ? Iach . O , I must , madam Therefore I shall beseech you , if ...
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Сторінка 41 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Сторінка 36 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Сторінка 27 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Сторінка 1 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Сторінка 70 - Let me have men about me that are fat ; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights. Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much : such men are dangerous.
Сторінка 24 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Сторінка 26 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.
Сторінка 26 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him...
Сторінка 30 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
Сторінка 26 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.