Public and Parlor Readings: For the Use of Dramatic and Reading Clubs, and for Public, Social, and School Entertainment. Dialogues and DramasLewis Baxter Monroe Lee and Shepard, 1873 - 341 strán (strany) |
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AUNT Bardell better BOBOLINK CATILINE CAUDLE chair CHARLES Charlie Jenkins CINDERELLA CLARA Cluppins COUN deaf dear door DOUB EDWIN Enter Exit eyes FAIRY father fellow Flavigneul FLORA flure gentlemen girl give goes GOUT GRIG hand hear heart HENRI HETTY HIRAM honor JACK JACQUES JENNY JOHN JONES JUDY jury lady leave look lord LOTTY ma'am madam MIKE Mike McShane MISS FAIRMAN MISS PRIM MISS SNAP Monsieur MONT MONTRICHARD morning mother MURCHSO never night NINA PECKSNIFF Pickwick pittayatees poor Pray pretty puddin Pyramus QUIN RACHEL Sam Weller SCENE SEQUENCE servant Shell Beach SNOB speak SQUIRE suppose sure TARBOX tell thank there's thing tomato sauce turn Turniptop VANQ VANQUELEUR VIVID Weller What's Widow Jones Winkle wish word young Zounds
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Strana 148 - This hour's work Will breed proscriptions! Look to your hearths, my Lords! For there, henceforth, shall sit, for household gods, Shapes hot from Tartarus ! — all shames and crimes ! Wan Treachery, with his thirsty dagger drawn ; Suspicion, poisoning his brother's cup ; Naked Rebellion, with the torch and axe, Making his wild sport of your blazing thrones ; Till Anarchy comes down on you like night, And Massacre seals Rome's eternal grave.
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Strana 51 - Taint in poetry, is it ?" interposed his father. " No, no/' replied Sam. " Wery glad to hear it," said Mr. Weller. " Poetry's unnat'ral ; no man ever talked poetry 'cept a beadle on boxin...
Strana 250 - Gentlemen, what does this mean ? Chops and Tomato sauce. Yours, Pickwick ! Chops ! Gracious heavens ! and Tomato sauce ! Gentlemen, is the happiness of a sensitive and confiding female to be trifled away, by such shallow artifices as these ? The next has no date whatever, which is in itself suspicious. ' Dear Mrs. B., I shall not be at home till to-morrow. Slow coach.' And then follows this very remarkable expression — -' Don't trouble yourself about the warming-pan.
Strana 148 - t. It breaks my chain ! I held some slack allegiance till this hour; But now my sword 's my own. Smile on, my lords ! I scorn to count what feelings, withered hopes, Strong provocations, bitter, burning wrongs, I have within my heart's hot cells shut up, To leave you in your lazy dignities.
Strana 49 - If she had abuged me, bein' in liquor, which I thought I smelt her wen she come, but could not so believe, not bein' used myself — Mrs. Gamp, by the way, was pretty far gone, and the fragrance of the tea-pot was strong in the room — 'I could have bore it with a thankful art. But the words she spoke of Mrs. Harris, lambs could not forgive. No, Betsey!' said Mrs. Gamp, in a violent burst of feeling, 'nor worms forget!