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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... lost my aim ; They're both fair buildings , —she walk'd plaguy fast . Enter ESTIFANIA ; she courtesies , and exit . And hereabouts I lost her ; stay , that's she , " Tis very sheshe makes me a low court'sy ; Ma'am , your most obedient ...
... lost my aim ; They're both fair buildings , —she walk'd plaguy fast . Enter ESTIFANIA ; she courtesies , and exit . And hereabouts I lost her ; stay , that's she , " Tis very sheshe makes me a low court'sy ; Ma'am , your most obedient ...
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... lost , no eye to weep his end , Nor find no earth that's base enough to bury him . Now , sir , fall on , I'm ready enough to oppose ye . Duke . I've better thought , I pray , sir , use your wife well . Leon . Mine own humanity will ...
... lost , no eye to weep his end , Nor find no earth that's base enough to bury him . Now , sir , fall on , I'm ready enough to oppose ye . Duke . I've better thought , I pray , sir , use your wife well . Leon . Mine own humanity will ...
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... lost my end else . May I crave your leave , sir ? Caca . Pr'ythee , be answer'd , thou shalt crave no leave , I'm in my meditations , do not vex me , A beaten thing , but this hour a most bruis'd thing , That people had compassion on ...
... lost my end else . May I crave your leave , sir ? Caca . Pr'ythee , be answer'd , thou shalt crave no leave , I'm in my meditations , do not vex me , A beaten thing , but this hour a most bruis'd thing , That people had compassion on ...
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... lost myself , sir , And all that was my base self , disobedience , [ Kneels . My wantonness , my stubbornness I've lost too : And now , by that pure faith good wives are crown'd with , By your own nobleness- Leon . Beware , beware ...
... lost myself , sir , And all that was my base self , disobedience , [ Kneels . My wantonness , my stubbornness I've lost too : And now , by that pure faith good wives are crown'd with , By your own nobleness- Leon . Beware , beware ...
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... to me , That I am basely wrong'd , wrong'd above recompense , Maliciously abus'd , blasted for ever In name and honour , lost to all remembrance , But what is smear'd and shameful : I must kill 3 17 [ ACT 1 . THE CHANCES . SCENE II. ...
... to me , That I am basely wrong'd , wrong'd above recompense , Maliciously abus'd , blasted for ever In name and honour , lost to all remembrance , But what is smear'd and shameful : I must kill 3 17 [ ACT 1 . THE CHANCES . SCENE II. ...
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Alex Alexander ALEXAS Allw ALTEA Amble Antony arms brave Caca Cæsar Cassander Cleo Cleopatra Clyt Clytus command Constantia cozen'd dare dear death Dolabella Don Frederick Don John dost Duke Enter DON Estif ESTIFANIA EUMENES Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell fear fool Fred gentleman give Greedy hear heart Heaven Heph Hephestion honest honour hope husband i'th Juan JUAN DE CASTRO king kiss LADY ALLWORTH Land leave Leon live look lord Lord Lovell lov'd Lysimachus madam MARALL Marg MARGARITA married mistress mother ne'er never noble o'er Octavia on't Parisatis Perdiccas Peter Petr PETRUCHIO POLYPERCHON Pr'ythee pray queen Roxana SCENE Sir G Sir Giles Overreach soldier soul speak Stat Statira sure sweet sword tell thank thee There's thing thou art thou hast Twas Vent Ventidius WATCHALL Wellb Wellborn what's wife woman word young
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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.