The Dramatic Works of David Garrick: To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author, Том 1A. Millar, 1798 - 823 стор. |
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... Fine Gent . Why so , daddy ? would you not have me well - bred ? Esop . Yes ; but you may not always meet with people so polite as yourself , or so passive as I am ; and if what you call breeding , should be constru'd impertinence , you ...
... Fine Gent . Why so , daddy ? would you not have me well - bred ? Esop . Yes ; but you may not always meet with people so polite as yourself , or so passive as I am ; and if what you call breeding , should be constru'd impertinence , you ...
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... bred up to it from a child ; I study the book of fate , and the camp is my ... well to refuse a good match when ' tis offer'd - Lookee , miss , I'm a man ... well known at Covent - Garden as the dail , madam : I'll break a lamp , bully a ...
... bred up to it from a child ; I study the book of fate , and the camp is my ... well to refuse a good match when ' tis offer'd - Lookee , miss , I'm a man ... well known at Covent - Garden as the dail , madam : I'll break a lamp , bully a ...
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... Good - morrow , father . Fri. Benedicite , What early tongue so sweet saluteth me ... Bred from thy wantonness and thoughtless brain ? Be heedful , and see you ... Well , come , my pupil , go along E 6 F ROMEO AND JULIET . Dog ) And where ...
... Good - morrow , father . Fri. Benedicite , What early tongue so sweet saluteth me ... Bred from thy wantonness and thoughtless brain ? Be heedful , and see you ... Well , come , my pupil , go along E 6 F ROMEO AND JULIET . Dog ) And where ...
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... Well - bred , his half - Brother , Mr Palmer . SCENE , ly , Miss Minors . Mr Matthew , the Town Gull , Mr Vaughan . Cash , Kitely's Man , Mr Blakes . Cob , a Water - bearer , Mr Mozeen . Tib , his Wife , Mrs Cross . LONDON . A ACT I ...
... Well - bred , his half - Brother , Mr Palmer . SCENE , ly , Miss Minors . Mr Matthew , the Town Gull , Mr Vaughan . Cash , Kitely's Man , Mr Blakes . Cob , a Water - bearer , Mr Mozeen . Tib , his Wife , Mrs Cross . LONDON . A ACT I ...
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... Well - bred , sir . Kno . Master Well - bred ! A young gentleman ? is he not ? Serv . The same , sir ; master Kitely married his sister ; the rich merchant i̇ ' the Old Jewry . in . Kno . You say very true . Brain - worm ! Brain Sir ...
... Well - bred , sir . Kno . Master Well - bred ! A young gentleman ? is he not ? Serv . The same , sir ; master Kitely married his sister ; the rich merchant i̇ ' the Old Jewry . in . Kno . You say very true . Brain - worm ! Brain Sir ...
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Сторінка 104 - What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.
Сторінка 106 - I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Сторінка 97 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Сторінка 297 - tis the mind that makes the body rich; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture, and mean array.
Сторінка 101 - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear: Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Сторінка 97 - Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice; Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Сторінка 301 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband; And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord...
Сторінка 300 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
Сторінка 106 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Сторінка 120 - Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.