Chrononhotonthologos: The Most Tragical Tragedy, that Ever was Tragedized by Any Company of TragediansT. Lowndes, T. Caslon, W. Nicoll, and S. Bladon, 1770 - 32 стор. |
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Сторінка 29 - Go call a coach, and let a coach be called, And let the man who calleth be the caller; And in his calling let him nothing call, But Coach! Coach! Coach! O for a coach, ye gods!
Сторінка 16 - That she by far out-does her late out-doing ; And all conclude her royal life in danger. King. Bid the physicians of the world assemble In consultation, solemn and sedate.
Сторінка 9 - Have burst the solid entrails of the earth, Gushing such cataracts of forces forth This world is too incopious to contain 'em : Armies on armies march in form stupendous ; Not like our earthly regions, rank by rank...
Сторінка 21 - I'd die ten thousand deaths to set him free. Oh ! my Tatlanthe ! have you seen his face, His air, his shape, his mien, his ev'ry grace ? In what a charming attitude he stands, How prettily he foots it with his hands ! Well, to his arms, no to his legs I fly, For I must have him, if I live or die. [Exeunt. SCENE. — A Bedchamber. CHRONONHOTONTHOLOGOS asleep. [Rough music, viz., salt-boxes and rolling-pins, gridirons and tongs; sow-g elders' horns, marrowbones and cleavers, &c.
Сторінка 31 - Lofs what kind of Weeds to wear. Rig-Fun. Never talk of Mourning Madam, One Ounce of Mirth is worth a Pound of Sorrow Let's bed to Night, and then we'll wed to Morrow.
Сторінка 8 - Whose speckled robe, and wings of blackest hue, Astonish all mankind with hideous glare ; Himself with sable plumes, to men benevolent, Brings downy slumbers and refreshing sleep.
Сторінка 29 - And let the man that calls it be the caller ; And, in his calling, let him nothing call, But " Coach, coach, coach ! " Oh, for a coach, ye gods ! (Exit, raving.) (Returns with DOCTOR.) Bomb.
Сторінка 19 - Tat. Didn't you name the king ? Queen. I did, Tatlanthe, but it was not thine ; The charming king I mean is only mine. Tat. Who else, who else, but such a charming fair, In Chrononhotonthologos should share?
Сторінка 30 - His soul has left his body and this world. Bomb. Then go to t'other world and fetch it back. [Kills him. And, if I find thou triflest with me there, I'll chase thy shade through myriads of orbs, And drive thee far beyond the verge of Nature.
Сторінка 20 - I've made some horrible mistake, no doubt ! Oh ! tell me what it is ? Queen. No, find it out. Tat. No, I will never leave you : here I'll grow, Till you some token of forgiveness show : Oh!