Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical : Printed from the Acting Copies, as Performed at the Theatres-royal, London, Nide 11John Cumberland, 1826 |
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Sivu 11
... face I carry , courts it ! -Son of Marcus , Junius ! When will the tedious gods permit thy soul To walk abroad in her own majesty And throw this vizor of thy madness from thee ? B To avenge my father's and my brother's murder ! ( SCENE ...
... face I carry , courts it ! -Son of Marcus , Junius ! When will the tedious gods permit thy soul To walk abroad in her own majesty And throw this vizor of thy madness from thee ? B To avenge my father's and my brother's murder ! ( SCENE ...
Sivu 19
... faces is their first great passion , Then love of riches , grandeur , and attention ! Knowing all this , I seek not ... face of modest virtue : Who , mingling only with the base , and flush'd With triumphs over those they dare attack ...
... faces is their first great passion , Then love of riches , grandeur , and attention ! Knowing all this , I seek not ... face of modest virtue : Who , mingling only with the base , and flush'd With triumphs over those they dare attack ...
Sivu 25
... face , Her look , her eye , her manners , speak a heart Unknowing of deceit ; a soul of honour , Where frozen chastity has fix'd her throne , And unpolluted nuptial sanctity . -Peace , undigested thoughts ! -Down - down ! till ripen'd ...
... face , Her look , her eye , her manners , speak a heart Unknowing of deceit ; a soul of honour , Where frozen chastity has fix'd her throne , And unpolluted nuptial sanctity . -Peace , undigested thoughts ! -Down - down ! till ripen'd ...
Sivu 32
... face I have worn so long ? Ist . Rom . Most wonderful ! 2nd . Rom . Silence ! he speaks again . Br . Would you know why I summon'd you together ? Ask ye what brings me here ? Behold this dagger , Clotted with gore ! Behold that frozen ...
... face I have worn so long ? Ist . Rom . Most wonderful ! 2nd . Rom . Silence ! he speaks again . Br . Would you know why I summon'd you together ? Ask ye what brings me here ? Behold this dagger , Clotted with gore ! Behold that frozen ...
Sivu 46
... face he reads my guilty love , And pity flies his heart ; let passion pause ; Leave me to solitude , to silence leave me ; Then nature's gentlest whispers may be heard . Tar . Say'st thou ? Conduct me to the dreariest waste That ever ...
... face he reads my guilty love , And pity flies his heart ; let passion pause ; Leave me to solitude , to silence leave me ; Then nature's gentlest whispers may be heard . Tar . Say'st thou ? Conduct me to the dreariest waste That ever ...
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ALI PACHA Alibi Aman Amanthis blood brother Brutus Carl CARLITZ Chris Christine Collatia Collatinus comes CONSTABLE of FRANCE Count dare dear death devil doth dress Duke Enter SIR EXETER Exeunt Exit eyes FABIAN faith father fear fellow Fluellen fool France gentleman give GLOSTER gods hand Harfleur Hass HASSAN hast hath hear heart Heaven Helena honour Illyria Ismail Junius king lady leave letter LICTORS live look lord Lucretia LUDGATE HILL madam majesty Malvolio March Marchioness Marquis marry MONTJOY Mouctar never night Olivia Pacha PATRICK MAGUIRE Pist Pistol poor pray revenge Rome Rons Ronslaus SCENE Selim SIR ANDREW Sir Toby soldier Somno Sophia soul speak Susan sword Talathon Tarquin Tarquinia tell THEATRES ROYAL thee there's Thomas Titus Tullia VALERIUS Zeno Zenocles Zounds
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Sivu 38 - Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Sivu 36 - And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice As full of labour as a wise man's art; For folly that he wisely shows is fit; But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit.
Sivu 8 - Hear him but reason in divinity, And, all-admiring, with an inward wish You would desire the king were made a prelate : Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs, You would say, — it hath been...
Sivu 38 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Sivu 5 - List his discourse of war, and you shall hear A fearful battle render'd you in music : Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter...
Sivu 21 - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Halloo your name to the reverberate hills And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out 'Olivia!
Sivu 20 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child ; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Sivu 11 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Sivu 29 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Sivu 38 - To-morrow is saint Crispian :' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.' Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day...