The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Convent Gardin, Haymarket, and Lyceum, Volym 6Mrs. Inchbald Hurst, Robinson, 1824 |
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Sida 8
... looks , hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at . Mad . And why so ? Pisanio . He , that hath miss'd the princess , is a thing Too bad for bad report ; and he , that hath her ( I mean , that married her , alack , good ...
... looks , hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at . Mad . And why so ? Pisanio . He , that hath miss'd the princess , is a thing Too bad for bad report ; and he , that hath her ( I mean , that married her , alack , good ...
Sida 10
... Look here , love ; This diamond was my mother's : -take it , heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , When Imogen is dead . Post . How ! -how ! another ? You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And sear up my embracements ...
... Look here , love ; This diamond was my mother's : -take it , heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , When Imogen is dead . Post . How ! -how ! another ? You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And sear up my embracements ...
Sida 13
... look upon him ; till the diminution Of space , had pointed him sharp as my needle ; Nay , follow'd him , till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air ; and then Have turn'd mine eye and wept . - But , good Pisanio , When shall ...
... look upon him ; till the diminution Of space , had pointed him sharp as my needle ; Nay , follow'd him , till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air ; and then Have turn'd mine eye and wept . - But , good Pisanio , When shall ...
Sida 24
... look on me , -What wreck discern you Deserves your pity ? Iach . Lamentable ! What ! To hide me from the radiant sun , and solace I ' the dungeon by a snuff ? Imog . I pray you , sir , Deliver with more openness your answers To my ...
... look on me , -What wreck discern you Deserves your pity ? Iach . Lamentable ! What ! To hide me from the radiant sun , and solace I ' the dungeon by a snuff ? Imog . I pray you , sir , Deliver with more openness your answers To my ...
Sida 30
... look upon him ? Is there no derogation in it ? Mad . You cannot derogate , my lord . Cloten . Not easily , I think . Come , I'll go see this Italian ; and if he'll play , I'll game with him ; and to - morrow , with our Father , we'll ...
... look upon him ? Is there no derogation in it ? Mad . You cannot derogate , my lord . Cloten . Not easily , I think . Come , I'll go see this Italian ; and if he'll play , I'll game with him ; and to - morrow , with our Father , we'll ...
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Sida 41 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Sida 36 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Sida 27 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Sida 1 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Sida 70 - Let me have men about me that are fat ; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights. Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much : such men are dangerous.
Sida 24 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Sida 26 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.
Sida 26 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him...
Sida 30 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
Sida 26 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.