The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...Mrs. Inchbald Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... honour upon them as men . To the querulous and the vain it must be a sub- ject of astonishment , how two persons could derive fame so directly from the same source , as writing plays together , without contending which had the strongest ...
... honour upon them as men . To the querulous and the vain it must be a sub- ject of astonishment , how two persons could derive fame so directly from the same source , as writing plays together , without contending which had the strongest ...
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... honour of a sol- dier . Estif . I believe you . I pray be civil ; I believe you'd see me , And , when you've seen me , I believe you'll like me , But in a strange place , to a stranger too ; As if I came on purpose to betray you ...
... honour of a sol- dier . Estif . I believe you . I pray be civil ; I believe you'd see me , And , when you've seen me , I believe you'll like me , But in a strange place , to a stranger too ; As if I came on purpose to betray you ...
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... honour you . Juan . I thank you , And kiss your hands . there . Wait on the ladies down Vasco . I'll do it faithfully . [ Erit - LADIES follow . Per . You had the honour to see the face that came to you ? Juan . And ' twas a fair one ...
... honour you . Juan . I thank you , And kiss your hands . there . Wait on the ladies down Vasco . I'll do it faithfully . [ Erit - LADIES follow . Per . You had the honour to see the face that came to you ? Juan . And ' twas a fair one ...
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... honour , Thou look'dst upon my mistress thrice lasciviously , I'll make it good . Juan . Do not heat yourself , you will surfeit . Caca . Thou won'st my money too , with a pair of base bones , In whom there was no truth , for which I ...
... honour , Thou look'dst upon my mistress thrice lasciviously , I'll make it good . Juan . Do not heat yourself , you will surfeit . Caca . Thou won'st my money too , with a pair of base bones , In whom there was no truth , for which I ...
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... honour , yet an easy man . Mar. If he have honour , I'm undone ; I'll none such . Alt . With search , and wit , and labour , I've found one out , a right one and a perfect . Mar. Is he a gentleman ? Alt . Yes , and a soldier ; but as ...
... honour , yet an easy man . Mar. If he have honour , I'm undone ; I'll none such . Alt . With search , and wit , and labour , I've found one out , a right one and a perfect . Mar. Is he a gentleman ? Alt . Yes , and a soldier ; but as ...
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Сторінка 45 - Men are but children of a larger growth; Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain; And yet the soul, shut up in her dark room, Viewing so clear abroad, at home sees nothing; But, like a mole in earth, busy and blind, Works all her folly up, and casts it outward To the world's open view...
Сторінка 23 - A thousand wishes, and ten thousand prayers. Millions of blessings wait you to the wars; Millions of sighs and tears she sends you too. And would have sent As many dear embraces to your arms.
Сторінка 77 - Well. This rage is vain, sir ; For fighting, fear not, you shall have your hands full, Upon the least incitement ; and whereas You charge me with a debt of a thousand pounds, If there be law, (howe'er you have no conscience,) Either restore my land, or I'll recover A debt, that's truly due to me from you, In value ten times more than what you challenge. Over. I in thy debt ! O impudence ! did I not purchase The land left by thy father...
Сторінка 7 - Of mimic'd statesmen and their merry king. No wit to flatter left of all his store! No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends.
Сторінка 13 - It sits too near you. Ant. Here, here it lies; a lump of lead by day, And, in my short, distracted, nightly slumbers, The hag that rifles my dreams Vent.
Сторінка 18 - Sir, it is her will, Which we, that are her servants, ought to serve, And not dispute. Howe'er, you are nobly welcome; And, if you please to stay, that you may think so, There came, not six days since, from Hull, a pipe Of rich Canary, which shall spend itself For my lady's honour. GREEDY. Is it of the right race?
Сторінка 65 - I'm only troubled, The life I bear is worn to such a rag, 'Tis scarce worth giving. I could wish, indeed, We threw it from us with a better grace; That, like two lions taken in the toils, We might at least thrust out our paws, and wound The hunters that inclose us.
Сторінка 11 - tis my birthday, and I'll keep it With double pomp of sadness. 'Tis what the day deserves, which gave me breath. Why was I raised the meteor of the world, Hung in the skies, and blazing as I travelled, 'Till all my fires were spent; and then cast downward, To be trod out by Caesar? VENT, [aside']. On my soul, 'Tis mournful, wondrous mournful ! ANT.
Сторінка 37 - She lay, and leant her cheek upon her hand, And cast a look so languishingly sweet, As if, secure of all beholders...
Сторінка 26 - Ant. I will be justified in all I do To late posterity, and therefore hear me. If I mix a lie With any truth, reproach me freely with it ; Else, favour me with silence.