The Dramatic Works of David Garrick: To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author, 1. kötetA. Millar, 1798 - 823 oldal |
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18. oldal
... Come along , come along . Bow . Game to the last ! my lord . [ Exit Lord Chalkstone and Bowman . Esop . How flattering is folly : his lordship here sup- ported only by vanity , vivacity , and his friend Mr Bow- man , can fancy himself ...
... Come along , come along . Bow . Game to the last ! my lord . [ Exit Lord Chalkstone and Bowman . Esop . How flattering is folly : his lordship here sup- ported only by vanity , vivacity , and his friend Mr Bow- man , can fancy himself ...
19. oldal
... come to drink some of your Le -Lethaly- -Lethily , I think they call it , to forget one another , and be unmar- ried ... comes to , to be directed by my hus- band or to care what either he says , or you say . Mr Tatoo . Sir , I was a ...
... come to drink some of your Le -Lethaly- -Lethily , I think they call it , to forget one another , and be unmar- ried ... comes to , to be directed by my hus- band or to care what either he says , or you say . Mr Tatoo . Sir , I was a ...
20. oldal
... comes the pleasure ! Esop . Pray let us here . Mis Tatoo . She lies in bed all morning , rattles about all day , and ... come along , husband , and keep me in humour , or I shall beat you such an alarm as you never beat in all your life ...
... comes the pleasure ! Esop . Pray let us here . Mis Tatoo . She lies in bed all morning , rattles about all day , and ... come along , husband , and keep me in humour , or I shall beat you such an alarm as you never beat in all your life ...
26. oldal
... comes one who seems to have no occasion for Lethe to make hirn more happy , than he is . Enter DRUNKEN MAN and TAYLOR . Drunken Man . Come along , neighbour Snip , come a- long , taylor ; don't be afraid of hell before you die , you ...
... comes one who seems to have no occasion for Lethe to make hirn more happy , than he is . Enter DRUNKEN MAN and TAYLOR . Drunken Man . Come along , neighbour Snip , come a- long , taylor ; don't be afraid of hell before you die , you ...
31. oldal
... come ; come follow me . Come follow , follow , follow me , To mirth , and joy , and jollity : Hark , bark , the call ; come , come and drink , And leave your cares by Lethe's brink . CHORUS . Away then come , come , come away , And life ...
... come ; come follow me . Come follow , follow , follow me , To mirth , and joy , and jollity : Hark , bark , the call ; come , come and drink , And leave your cares by Lethe's brink . CHORUS . Away then come , come , come away , And life ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
104. oldal - What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.
106. oldal - I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
97. oldal - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
297. oldal - tis the mind that makes the body rich; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture, and mean array.
101. oldal - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear: Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
97. oldal - Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice; Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
301. oldal - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband; And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord...
300. oldal - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
106. oldal - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
120. oldal - Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.