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 41.
Strana 34
... hour , that I can drink with any tinker in his own language , during my life . I tell thee , Ned , thou hast lost much ho- nour , that thou wert not with me in this action . But , sweet Ned , to sweeten which name of Ned , I give thee ...
... hour , that I can drink with any tinker in his own language , during my life . I tell thee , Ned , thou hast lost much ho- nour , that thou wert not with me in this action . But , sweet Ned , to sweeten which name of Ned , I give thee ...
Strana 36
... hour after ; 66 a trifle , a trifle ! " I pr'ythee , call in Falstaff ; I'll play Percy , and that damned brawn shall play Dame Mor- timer , his wife . Rivo , says the drunkard . - Call in ribs , call in tallow ! Enter FALSTAFF ...
... hour after ; 66 a trifle , a trifle ! " I pr'ythee , call in Falstaff ; I'll play Percy , and that damned brawn shall play Dame Mor- timer , his wife . Rivo , says the drunkard . - Call in ribs , call in tallow ! Enter FALSTAFF ...
Strana 38
... hours together . I have ' scaped by miracle . I am eight times thrust through the doublet ; four through the hose ; my buckler cut through and through my sword hacked like a hand- saw , ecce signum . I never dealt better since I was a ...
... hours together . I have ' scaped by miracle . I am eight times thrust through the doublet ; four through the hose ; my buckler cut through and through my sword hacked like a hand- saw , ecce signum . I never dealt better since I was a ...
Strana 48
... hour , was Richard then , When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg ; And even as I was then , is Percy now . Now by my sceptre , and my soul to boot , He hath more worthy interest to the state , Than thou , the shadow of succession ...
... hour , was Richard then , When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg ; And even as I was then , is Percy now . Now by my sceptre , and my soul to boot , He hath more worthy interest to the state , Than thou , the shadow of succession ...
Strana 50
... diced , not above seven times a week ; went to a bor- dello , not above once in a quarter - of an hour ; paid money that I borrowed , three or four times ; lived well , and in good compass : and now I 50 [ ACT III . KING HENRY IV .
... diced , not above seven times a week ; went to a bor- dello , not above once in a quarter - of an hour ; paid money that I borrowed , three or four times ; lived well , and in good compass : and now I 50 [ ACT III . KING HENRY IV .
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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
Populárne pasáže
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.