Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical : Printed from the Acting Copies, as Performed at the Theatres-royal, London, Volume 4John Cumberland, 1826 |
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... play , entituled , " The Trouble- some Raigne of John , King of England , with the Discoverie of King Richard Cordelion's base Son , vulgarly named the Bustard Fawconbridge : also , the Death of King John at Swinstead - Ab- bey ...
... play , entituled , " The Trouble- some Raigne of John , King of England , with the Discoverie of King Richard Cordelion's base Son , vulgarly named the Bustard Fawconbridge : also , the Death of King John at Swinstead - Ab- bey ...
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... play , is the Lady Constance : a charac- ter conceived with Shakspeare's profoundest art , and finished with his utmost skill . Every feeling of her bosom - every emotion of joy or sorrow - have their origin in maternal tenderness . In ...
... play , is the Lady Constance : a charac- ter conceived with Shakspeare's profoundest art , and finished with his utmost skill . Every feeling of her bosom - every emotion of joy or sorrow - have their origin in maternal tenderness . In ...
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... play : the one , where John discloses his dark purpose to Hubert ; the other , where the horrible imaginings of Hubert are defeated by the artless innocence and pathetic entreaties of the unhappy Arthur . Indeed , the latter is almost ...
... play : the one , where John discloses his dark purpose to Hubert ; the other , where the horrible imaginings of Hubert are defeated by the artless innocence and pathetic entreaties of the unhappy Arthur . Indeed , the latter is almost ...
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... play false , the fault was hers ; Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands That marry wives- Your father's heir must have your father's land . Rob . Shall then my father's will be of no use , To dispossess that child , which is ...
... play false , the fault was hers ; Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands That marry wives- Your father's heir must have your father's land . Rob . Shall then my father's will be of no use , To dispossess that child , which is ...
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... play the devil , sir , with you , An a ' may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard ; I'll smoke your skin - coat , an I catch you right ; Sirrah , look to ...
... play the devil , sir , with you , An a ' may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard ; I'll smoke your skin - coat , an I catch you right ; Sirrah , look to ...
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alguazil Aman art thou Bates Beverley blood brother Char CHIG Colonel dear death devil door Dorn dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit Exit ENGLISH eyes Falstaff father Faul FAULCONBRIDGE fear Flora fortune Fred gentleman Gibby give Gold Goldfinch Hamlet hand HARRY DORNTON hath hear heart Heaven honour Horatio Hubert Isab Jarvis Jenny KING JOHN lady Laer Laertes Lewson Liss Lissardo look Lord F lordship Lory madam marry Miss H never night Nurse on't Ophelia PANDULPH Poins POLONIUS poor pr'ythee pray Prince Prince of Wales Queen SCENE servant Shakspeare Sir Tunbelly sirrah Smith Sophia soul speak Stuke Sulky sure sword tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast Trumpets villain Violante what's Widow woman Young F Zounds
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Página 49 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Página 18 - 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...
Página 20 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Página 42 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Página 21 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Página 22 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon ; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowne'd honour by the locks...
Página 40 - Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in. imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.
Página 37 - For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players Play something like the murder of my father Before mine uncle; I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench I know my course.
Página 52 - See what a grace was seated on this brow : Hyperion's curls ; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command ; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 49 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.