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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... live ? Charles . They say , he is already in the Forest of Arden , and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England : they say , many young gentlemen flock to him every day ; and fleet the time ...
... live ? Charles . They say , he is already in the Forest of Arden , and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England : they say , many young gentlemen flock to him every day ; and fleet the time ...
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... live out of her company . Fred . You are a fool ! -You , niece , provide your self ; If you outstay the time , upon mine honour , And in the greatness of my word , you die ! [ Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK , & c . Cel . O my poor Rosalind ...
... live out of her company . Fred . You are a fool ! -You , niece , provide your self ; If you outstay the time , upon mine honour , And in the greatness of my word , you die ! [ Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK , & c . Cel . O my poor Rosalind ...
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... lives : Your brother Hath heard your praises ; and this night , he means To burn the lodging where you use to lie , And you within it : if he fail of that , He will have other means to cut you off : I overheard him , and his practices ...
... lives : Your brother Hath heard your praises ; and this night , he means To burn the lodging where you use to lie , And you within it : if he fail of that , He will have other means to cut you off : I overheard him , and his practices ...
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... live here no more . At seventeen years , many their fortunes seek ; But at fourscore , it is too late a week : Yet fortune cannot recompense me better , Than to die well , and not my master's debtor . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The Forest of ...
... live here no more . At seventeen years , many their fortunes seek ; But at fourscore , it is too late a week : Yet fortune cannot recompense me better , Than to die well , and not my master's debtor . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The Forest of ...
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... live i'the sun . Seeking the food he eats , And pleas'd with what he gets , Come hither , come hither , come hither ; Here shall he see No enemy , But winter and rough weather . Jaques . I'll go sleep , if I can ; if I cannot , I'll ...
... live i'the sun . Seeking the food he eats , And pleas'd with what he gets , Come hither , come hither , come hither ; Here shall he see No enemy , But winter and rough weather . Jaques . I'll go sleep , if I can ; if I cannot , I'll ...
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APPARITORS AUTOLYCUS bear beseech better Bohemia brother Caius Camillo cardinal Cham Claud Claudio CLEOMENES Clown Corin court Crom Cromwell daughter death doth Duke Enter Esca ESCALUS Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hast hath hear heart Heaven Hermione Herne the hunter hither honest honour Host husband i'the Jaques king lady Leon LEONTES look Lord Angelo lord chamberlain Lucio maid marry Master Brook Master Doctor Mistress Ford never noble Oliv Orlando pardon PAULINA Phebe PHOCION Polixenes Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Prov PROVOST queen Quick Rosalind Rugby SCENE Shal Shep shepherd Sicilia Sir Henry Guildford Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Thomas Lovel Slen Slender speak sweet tell thank thee there's thing thou art TIPSTAVES to-morrow wife woman
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 54 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I...
Seite 55 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues: be just and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's: then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Seite 57 - He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Seite 37 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
Seite 22 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet ; For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder.
Seite 39 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Seite 39 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Seite 40 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Seite 39 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes , And whistles in his sound.
Seite 53 - O ! how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours. There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.