Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical : Printed from the Acting Copies, as Performed at the Theatres-royal, London, Том 4John Cumberland, 1826 |
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... believe , you think them false , That gave you cause to prove my saying true . Con . O , if thou teach me to believe this sorrow , C Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die . ACT II . ] 25 KING JOHN 25.
... believe , you think them false , That gave you cause to prove my saying true . Con . O , if thou teach me to believe this sorrow , C Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die . ACT II . ] 25 KING JOHN 25.
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... believe thee , -And beshrew my soul , But I do love the favour and the form Of this most fair occasion , by the which We will untread the steps of damned flight ; And , like a bated and retired flood , Stoop low within those bounds we ...
... believe thee , -And beshrew my soul , But I do love the favour and the form Of this most fair occasion , by the which We will untread the steps of damned flight ; And , like a bated and retired flood , Stoop low within those bounds we ...
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... believe , Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know : And so far will I trust thee , gentle Kate . Lady . How ! so far ? Hot . Not an inch further . But , hark you , Kate : Whither I go , thither shall you go too ; To - day will I set ...
... believe , Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know : And so far will I trust thee , gentle Kate . Lady . How ! so far ? Hot . Not an inch further . But , hark you , Kate : Whither I go , thither shall you go too ; To - day will I set ...
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... believe it was done in fight , and persuaded us to do the like . Bard . Yea , and to tickle our noses with spear grass , to make them bleed ; and then to beslubber our garments with it , and to swear , it was the blood of true men ; I ...
... believe it was done in fight , and persuaded us to do the like . Bard . Yea , and to tickle our noses with spear grass , to make them bleed ; and then to beslubber our garments with it , and to swear , it was the blood of true men ; I ...
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... believe that thou art only marked For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven . To punish my mistreadings .. Tell me else , Could such inordinate and low desires , Such barren pleasures , rude society , As thou art match'd withal , and ...
... believe that thou art only marked For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven . To punish my mistreadings .. Tell me else , Could such inordinate and low desires , Such barren pleasures , rude society , As thou art match'd withal , and ...
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alguazil Aman art thou Bates Beverley blood brother Char CHIG Colonel dear death devil door Dorn dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit Exit ENGLISH eyes Falstaff father Faul FAULCONBRIDGE fear Flora fortune Fred gentleman Gibby give Gold Goldfinch Hamlet hand HARRY DORNTON hath hear heart Heaven honour Horatio Hubert Isab Jarvis Jenny KING JOHN lady Laer Laertes Lewson Liss Lissardo look Lord F lordship Lory madam marry Miss H never night Nurse on't Ophelia PANDULPH Poins POLONIUS poor pr'ythee pray Prince Prince of Wales Queen SCENE servant Shakspeare Sir Tunbelly sirrah Smith Sophia soul speak Stuke Sulky sure sword tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast Trumpets villain Violante what's Widow woman Young F Zounds
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Сторінка 49 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Сторінка 18 - Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and...
Сторінка 20 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Сторінка 42 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Сторінка 21 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Сторінка 22 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon ; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowne'd honour by the locks...
Сторінка 40 - Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in. imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.
Сторінка 37 - For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players Play something like the murder of my father Before mine uncle; I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench I know my course.
Сторінка 52 - See what a grace was seated on this brow : Hyperion's curls ; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command ; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Сторінка 49 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.