The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - 299 strán (strany) |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 6 - 10 z 49.
Strana 48
... fear , Base inclination , and the start of spleen , — To fight against me under Percy's pay , To dog his heels , and court'sy at his frowns , To show how much thou art degenerate . P. Hen . Do not think so , you shall not find it so ...
... fear , Base inclination , and the start of spleen , — To fight against me under Percy's pay , To dog his heels , and court'sy at his frowns , To show how much thou art degenerate . P. Hen . Do not think so , you shall not find it so ...
Strana 54
... fear thee , as I fear the roaring of the lion's whelp . P. Hen . And why not , as the lion ? Fal . The king himself is to be fear'd as the lion : dost thou think , I'll fear thee as I fear thy father ? nay , an if I do , let my girdle ...
... fear thee , as I fear the roaring of the lion's whelp . P. Hen . And why not , as the lion ? Fal . The king himself is to be fear'd as the lion : dost thou think , I'll fear thee as I fear thy father ? nay , an if I do , let my girdle ...
Strana 57
... fear'd by his physicians . Wor . I would , the state of time had first been whole , Ere he by sickness had been visited ! His health was never better worth than now . Hot . Sick now ! droop now ! this sickness doth in- fect The very ...
... fear'd by his physicians . Wor . I would , the state of time had first been whole , Ere he by sickness had been visited ! His health was never better worth than now . Hot . Sick now ! droop now ! this sickness doth in- fect The very ...
Strana 58
... fear Before not dreamt of . Hot . You strain too far . I , rather , of his absence make this use : - It lends a lustre , and more great opinion , A larger dare to our great enterprise , Than if the earl were here : for men must think ...
... fear Before not dreamt of . Hot . You strain too far . I , rather , of his absence make this use : - It lends a lustre , and more great opinion , A larger dare to our great enterprise , Than if the earl were here : for men must think ...
Strana 60
... fear the report of a caliver , worse than a struck fowl , or a hurt wild - duck : I press me none but such toasts and butter , with hearts in their bellies no big- ger than pins ' heads , and they have bought out their services ; and ...
... fear the report of a caliver , worse than a struck fowl , or a hurt wild - duck : I press me none but such toasts and butter , with hearts in their bellies no big- ger than pins ' heads , and they have bought out their services ; and ...
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The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the ... Mrs. Inchbald Úplné zobrazenie - 1808 |
The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the ... Mrs. Inchbald Úplné zobrazenie - 1808 |
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Antonio art thou Bard Bardolph Bass Bassanio Beatr Beatrice Bened blood BORACHIO brother chuse Claud Claudio CONSTABLE OF FRANCE cousin Dogb dost thou doth ducats Duke EARL EARL OF WESTMORELAND Eastcheap Enter Exeunt Exit fair faith FALSTAFF father fear Fluellen France Friar GENTLEMEN give GLOSTER Gower grace Gratiano Harfleur Harry hath hear heart Heaven Hero honour Host HOSTESS HOTSPUR Jessica KING HENRY knave lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leonato liege look lord Lorenzo majesty marry Master Master Constable merry Nerissa never night noble Pedro Percy Pist Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray thee PRINCE JOHN PRINCE OF WALES Sala SCENE Shal Shallow shalt Shylock Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldier speak swear sweet sword tell thing thou art thou hast thou wilt Trumpets unto Venice WESTMORELAND
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Strana 47 - Wilt thou, upon the high and giddy mast, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them. With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Strana 70 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it : Honour is a mere scutcheon/ and so ends my catechism.
Strana 5 - 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 ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Strana 15 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds ' To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Strana 17 - Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and...
Strana 9 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes
Strana 6 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Strana 47 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody...
Strana 18 - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous salt-petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
Strana 47 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.