The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - 299 стор. |
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... sure , I will from henceforth rather be myself , Mighty , and to be fear'd , than my condition ; Which hath been smooth as oil , soft as young down , And , therefore , lost that title of respect , Which the proud soul ne'er pays , but ...
... sure , I will from henceforth rather be myself , Mighty , and to be fear'd , than my condition ; Which hath been smooth as oil , soft as young down , And , therefore , lost that title of respect , Which the proud soul ne'er pays , but ...
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... sure , I have pay'd ; two rogues in buckram suits . I tell thee what , Hal , -if I tell thee a lie , spit in my face , call me horse . Thou know'st my old ward ; here I lay , and thus I bore my point . Four rogues in buckram let drive ...
... sure , I have pay'd ; two rogues in buckram suits . I tell thee what , Hal , -if I tell thee a lie , spit in my face , call me horse . Thou know'st my old ward ; here I lay , and thus I bore my point . Four rogues in buckram let drive ...
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... sure to be heart - burned . Enter HOSTESS . How now , dame Partlet the hen ? have you inquired yet who picked my pocket ? Host . Why , Sir John ! what do you think , Sir John ? Do you think I keep thieves in my house ? - I have searched ...
... sure to be heart - burned . Enter HOSTESS . How now , dame Partlet the hen ? have you inquired yet who picked my pocket ? Host . Why , Sir John ! what do you think , Sir John ? Do you think I keep thieves in my house ? - I have searched ...
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... sure , they never learned that of me . P. Hen . No , I'll be sworn ; unless you call three fingers on the ribs , bare . But , sirrah , make haste ; Percy is already in the field . Fal . What , is the king encamped ? West . He is , Sir ...
... sure , they never learned that of me . P. Hen . No , I'll be sworn ; unless you call three fingers on the ribs , bare . But , sirrah , make haste ; Percy is already in the field . Fal . What , is the king encamped ? West . He is , Sir ...
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... sure . P. Hen . He is , indeed ; and living to kill thee . I pr'ythee , lend me thy sword . Fal . Nay , Hal , if Percy be alive , thou gett'st not my sword ; but take my pistol , if thou wilt . P. Hen . Give it me : what , is it in the ...
... sure . P. Hen . He is , indeed ; and living to kill thee . I pr'ythee , lend me thy sword . Fal . Nay , Hal , if Percy be alive , thou gett'st not my sword ; but take my pistol , if thou wilt . P. Hen . Give it me : what , is it in the ...
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The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the ... Mrs. Inchbald Повний перегляд - 1808 |
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Antonio art thou Bard Bardolph Bass Bassanio Beatr Beatrice Bened blood BORACHIO brother chuse Claud Claudio CONSTABLE OF FRANCE cousin Dogb dost thou doth ducats Duke EARL EARL OF WESTMORELAND Eastcheap Enter Exeunt Exit fair faith FALSTAFF father fear Fluellen France Friar GENTLEMEN give GLOSTER Gower grace Gratiano Harfleur Harry hath hear heart Heaven Hero honour Host HOSTESS HOTSPUR Jessica KING HENRY knave lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leonato liege look lord Lorenzo majesty marry Master Master Constable merry Nerissa never night noble Pedro Percy Pist Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray thee PRINCE JOHN PRINCE OF WALES Sala SCENE Shal Shallow shalt Shylock Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldier speak swear sweet sword tell thing thou art thou hast thou wilt Trumpets unto Venice WESTMORELAND
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Сторінка 47 - Wilt thou, upon the high and giddy mast, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them. With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Сторінка 70 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it : Honour is a mere scutcheon/ and so ends my catechism.
Сторінка 5 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Сторінка 15 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds ' To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Сторінка 17 - 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 9 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes
Сторінка 6 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Сторінка 47 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody...
Сторінка 18 - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous salt-petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
Сторінка 47 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.