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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Sida 8
... heart can wish . Their mouths charg'd with six oaths at once , and whole ones , That make the drunken Dutch creep into mole - hills . Juan . ' Tis true , such we must look for : but , Mi- chael Perez , When heard you of Donna Margarita ...
... heart can wish . Their mouths charg'd with six oaths at once , and whole ones , That make the drunken Dutch creep into mole - hills . Juan . ' Tis true , such we must look for : but , Mi- chael Perez , When heard you of Donna Margarita ...
Sida 31
... heart at rest ? Mar. I am at peace , Altea , If he continue but the same he shows , And be a master of that ignorance He outwardly professes , I am happy . Alt . You're a made woman . Mar. But if he shou'd prove now A crafty and ...
... heart at rest ? Mar. I am at peace , Altea , If he continue but the same he shows , And be a master of that ignorance He outwardly professes , I am happy . Alt . You're a made woman . Mar. But if he shou'd prove now A crafty and ...
Sida 53
... heart is ; will ye follow Per . I'm fool'd , yet dare not find it . [ Exit PEREZ . Estif . Go , silly fool ; thou may'st be a good sol- dier In open fields , but for our private service Thou art an ass ; Enter CACAFOGO . Here comes ...
... heart is ; will ye follow Per . I'm fool'd , yet dare not find it . [ Exit PEREZ . Estif . Go , silly fool ; thou may'st be a good sol- dier In open fields , but for our private service Thou art an ass ; Enter CACAFOGO . Here comes ...
Sida 65
... heart , yet I must laugh still at thee . By a woman cheated ? art sure it was a woman ? Caca . I shall break thy head , my valour itches at thee . Per . It is no matter ; by a woman cozen'd , A real woman ? Caca . By a real devil ...
... heart , yet I must laugh still at thee . By a woman cheated ? art sure it was a woman ? Caca . I shall break thy head , my valour itches at thee . Per . It is no matter ; by a woman cozen'd , A real woman ? Caca . By a real devil ...
Sida 69
... Leon . I take you up , Enter ALTEA . And wear you next my heart ; see you be worth it .--- Now , what with you ? Alt . I come to tell my lady , There is a fulsome fat fellow would fain speak with SCENE II . ] 69 AND HAVE A WIFE .
... Leon . I take you up , Enter ALTEA . And wear you next my heart ; see you be worth it .--- Now , what with you ? Alt . I come to tell my lady , There is a fulsome fat fellow would fain speak with SCENE II . ] 69 AND HAVE A WIFE .
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The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted at ..., Volym 6 Mrs. Inchbald Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1824 |
The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays,: Which are Acted at the ... Mrs. Inchbald Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1808 |
The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays which are Acted at ..., Volym 6 Mrs. Inchbald Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1808 |
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Alex Alexander ALEXAS Allw ALTEA Amble Antony brave Caca Cæsar Cassander Cleo Cleopatra Clyt Clytus command Constantia cozen'd dare dear death Dolabella Don Frederick Don John dost Duke Enter DON Estif ESTIFANIA EUMENES Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell fear fellow fool Fred gentleman give Greedy hear heart Heaven Heph Hephestion honest honour hope husband i'th Juan JUAN DE CASTRO king LADY ALLWORTH Land leave Leon live look lord Lord Lovell lov'd Lysimachus madam MARALL Marg MARGARITA married mistress mother ne'er never noble o'er Octavia on't pardon Parisatis Perdiccas Peter Petr PETRUCHIO POLYPERCHON Pr'ythee pray queen Roxana SCENE Sir G Sir Giles Overreach soldier soul speak Stat Statira sure sweet sword tell thank thee There's thing thou art thou hast Twas Vent Ventidius WATCHALL Wellb Wellborn what's wife woman word young
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Sida 79 - Well. This rage is vain, sir ; For fighting, fear not, you shall have your hands full, Upon the least incitement ; and whereas You charge me with a debt of a thousand pounds, If there be law, (howe'er you have no conscience,) Either restore my land, or I'll recover A debt, that's truly due to me from you, In value ten times more than what you challenge. Over. I in thy debt ! O impudence ! did I not purchase The land left by thy father...
Sida 26 - With ardour too heroic, on his foes, Fall down, as she would do, before his feet; Lie in his way, and stop the paths of death. Tell him, this god is not invulnerable; That absent Cleopatra bleeds in him; And, that you may remember her petition, She begs you wear these trifles, as a pawn, Which, at your wished return, she will redeem [Gives jewels to the Commanders.
Sida 7 - Of mimic'd statesmen and their merry king. No wit to flatter left of all his store! No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends.
Sida 15 - It sits too near you. Ant. Here, here it lies; a lump of lead by day, And, in my short, distracted, nightly slumbers, The hag that rifles my dreams Vent.
Sida 25 - And yet she begs not now, you would not leave her; That were a wish too mighty for her hopes, Too presuming For her low fortune, and your ebbing love; That were a wish for her more prosperous days, Her blooming beauty, and your growing kindness.
Sida 13 - tis my birthday, and I'll keep it With double pomp of sadness. Tis what the day deserves, which gave me breath. Why was I raised the meteor of the world, Hung in the skies, and blazing as I travelled, Till all my fires were spent; and then cast downward To be trod out by Caesar?
Sida 36 - I know, sir, you have conquered against odds ; But still you draw supplies from one poor town, And of Egyptians: he has all the world, And, at his beck, nations come pouring in, To fill the gaps you make.
Sida 24 - Sir, we lose time ; the troops are mounted all. ANT. Then give the word to march : I long to leave this prison of a town, To join thy legions ; and, in open field, Once more to show my face. Lead, my deliverer.
Sida 29 - twas only love : The suns were wearied out with looking on, And I untired with loving. I saw you every day, and all the day ; And every day was still but as the first, So eager was I still to see you more. VENT.
Sida 21 - Which shows the cause deserved it. Moderate sorrow Fits vulgar love, and for a vulgar man: But I have loved with such transcendent passion, I soared, at first, quite out of reason's view, And now am lost above it.