Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical & Critical. Printed from the Acting Copies, as Performed at the Theatres Royal, London...J. Cumberland, 1827 |
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4. oldal
... comes nearest the truth . " The Frenchman , easy , debonair , and brisk , Give him his lass , his fiddle , and his frisk , Is always happy , reign whoever may , And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away . He drinks his simple bev'rage ...
... comes nearest the truth . " The Frenchman , easy , debonair , and brisk , Give him his lass , his fiddle , and his frisk , Is always happy , reign whoever may , And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away . He drinks his simple bev'rage ...
18. oldal
... come for to go to his box . Yaw'aw ! venez , madame . Courage ! Louis le Désiré , and de ancien régime , shall come back by - an - by , very often ; den ve tread de minuet de la cour togeder again . La , la , lal de ral , de ral ! 6 ...
... come for to go to his box . Yaw'aw ! venez , madame . Courage ! Louis le Désiré , and de ancien régime , shall come back by - an - by , very often ; den ve tread de minuet de la cour togeder again . La , la , lal de ral , de ral ! 6 ...
21. oldal
... Come down instantly . Mor . Sacrebleu ! vil not de matin do , monsieur ? for I am in bed , je suis au lit. Thom . No ; it is a matter of life and death . Mor . Miséricorde ! dey vant me to bleed somebody . Vell , to oblige you ...
... Come down instantly . Mor . Sacrebleu ! vil not de matin do , monsieur ? for I am in bed , je suis au lit. Thom . No ; it is a matter of life and death . Mor . Miséricorde ! dey vant me to bleed somebody . Vell , to oblige you ...
22. oldal
... come down instamment . How I am broke of my sleep ! Heigho ! [ Exit from window . Usef . So far so good ; let me but once effect an en- trance , I'll soon accomplish all the rest . Eh ! here old Soup - meagre comes . Enter MORBLEU from ...
... come down instamment . How I am broke of my sleep ! Heigho ! [ Exit from window . Usef . So far so good ; let me but once effect an en- trance , I'll soon accomplish all the rest . Eh ! here old Soup - meagre comes . Enter MORBLEU from ...
23. oldal
... come again ? Vat you mean by Monsieur Tonson , to break my sleep in dis manner . I told you two , one , seven time ... comes here seven , two , tree time , and pull me out of my bed ; besides knock my door down ; and now I will have ...
... come again ? Vat you mean by Monsieur Tonson , to break my sleep in dis manner . I told you two , one , seven time ... comes here seven , two , tree time , and pull me out of my bed ; besides knock my door down ; and now I will have ...
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Adolphine Aldwinkle Antipholis Barbadoes better breeches Broad Bustle coat Comedy of Errors Crosses Dame dear devil Dickory door Dromio Duke Elderberry Ellen Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit father feedle fellow feyther gentleman Geoffry Georgiana give happy hear heart here's honour husband Inkle Jessy King knock lady look Lord LUDGATE HILL ma'am madam Mary master Miss Vor Miss Vortex Monsieur Tonson Morbleu Nabob Narcissa never Nicodemus Oatland Old Rapid poor pray Rosine SCENE servant shew Sir Christopher Sir G Sir Guy Sir Hub Sir Hubert Stanley Suck sure SYRACUSE tell Templeton Theatres Royal thee thing Thom thou Tom King Trudge Usef Vincent waistcoat What's wife Wing Wows Wowski Yarico Young Rapid Zounds
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3. oldal - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
8. oldal - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
8. oldal - Tis education forms the common mind ; Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
3. oldal - Of all the griefs that harass the distress'd, Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest ; Fate never wounds more deep the gen'rous heart, Than when a blockhead's insult points the dart.
5. oldal - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
4. oldal - Proud swells the tide with loads of freighted ore, And shouting Folly hails them from her shore ; Hoards e'en beyond the miser's wish abound, And rich men flock from all the world around.
7. oldal - Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd, Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit?
18. oldal - Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy. name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
3. oldal - Boastful and rough, your first son is a squire; The next a tradesman, meek, and much a liar; Tom struts a soldier, open, bold, and brave; Will sneaks a scrivener, an exceeding knave: Is he a Churchman?
4. oldal - No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest. Yet still, even here, content can spread a charm, Redress the clime, and all its rage disarm. Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small He sees his little lot the lot of all...