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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7. oldal
... Esca . My lord . Duke . Of government the properties to unfold , Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse ; Since I am put to know , that your own science Exceeds , in that , the lists of all advice My strength can give you : The ...
... Esca . My lord . Duke . Of government the properties to unfold , Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse ; Since I am put to know , that your own science Exceeds , in that , the lists of all advice My strength can give you : The ...
8. oldal
... Esca . If any in Vienna be of worth To undergo such ample grace and honour , It is Lord Angelo . Enter LEOPOLD , and ANGELO . Duke . Look , where he comes . Ang . Always obedient to your grace's will , I come to know your pleasure ...
... Esca . If any in Vienna be of worth To undergo such ample grace and honour , It is Lord Angelo . Enter LEOPOLD , and ANGELO . Duke . Look , where he comes . Ang . Always obedient to your grace's will , I come to know your pleasure ...
9. oldal
... Esca . Lead forth , and bring you back in happi- ness ! -Fare you well . Duke . I thank you : — [ Exit DUKE . Esca . I shall desire you , sir , to give me leave To have free speech with you ; and it concerns me To look into the bottom ...
... Esca . Lead forth , and bring you back in happi- ness ! -Fare you well . Duke . I thank you : — [ Exit DUKE . Esca . I shall desire you , sir , to give me leave To have free speech with you ; and it concerns me To look into the bottom ...
18. oldal
... Esca . Ay , but yet Let us be keen , and rather cut a little , Than fall , and bruise to death : Alas ! this gentle- man , Whom I would save , had a most noble father . Let but your honour know , ( Whom I believe to be most strait in ...
... Esca . Ay , but yet Let us be keen , and rather cut a little , Than fall , and bruise to death : Alas ! this gentle- man , Whom I would save , had a most noble father . Let but your honour know , ( Whom I believe to be most strait in ...
24. oldal
... Esca . How now , sir ; What's your name ? and what's the matter ? Elb . If it please your honour , I am the poor Duke's constable , and my name is Elbow ; I do lean upon justice , sir ; and do bring in here before your good honour two ...
... Esca . How now , sir ; What's your name ? and what's the matter ? Elb . If it please your honour , I am the poor Duke's constable , and my name is Elbow ; I do lean upon justice , sir ; and do bring in here before your good honour two ...
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APPARITORS AUTOLYCUS bear beseech better Bohemia brother Caius Camillo cardinal Cham Claud Claudio CLEOMENES Clown Corin court Crom Cromwell daughter death doth Duke Enter Esca ESCALUS Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hast hath hear heart Heaven Hermione Herne the hunter hither honest honour Host husband i'the Jaques king lady Leon LEONTES look Lord Angelo lord chamberlain Lucio maid marry Master Brook Master Doctor Mistress Ford never noble Oliv Orlando pardon PAULINA Phebe PHOCION Polixenes Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Prov PROVOST queen Quick Rosalind Rugby SCENE Shal Shep shepherd Sicilia Sir Henry Guildford Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Thomas Lovel Slen Slender speak sweet tell thank thee there's thing thou art TIPSTAVES to-morrow wife woman
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54. oldal - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I...
55. oldal - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues: be just and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's: then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
57. oldal - He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
37. oldal - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
22. oldal - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet ; For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder.
39. oldal - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
39. oldal - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
40. oldal - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
39. oldal - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes , And whistles in his sound.
53. oldal - O ! how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours. There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.