The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Convent Gardin, Haymarket, and Lyceum, Volume 9Mrs. Inchbald Hurst, Robinson, 1824 |
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... turn her head with too many fine speeches . Mrs. W. I wish you had heard what fine speeches he made to me just now . Sir Miles . I don't doubt it . Mrs. W. I had the misfortune to have my coach broke down at the opera . I have seen ...
... turn her head with too many fine speeches . Mrs. W. I wish you had heard what fine speeches he made to me just now . Sir Miles . I don't doubt it . Mrs. W. I had the misfortune to have my coach broke down at the opera . I have seen ...
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... turn'd , you have fill'd it with foreign vapour and out- landish rhodomontade . Fred . I hope I did not go out of my own country to be taught the duties of a man of honour . Sir Miles . I wish you wou'd learn the duties of a son , and ...
... turn'd , you have fill'd it with foreign vapour and out- landish rhodomontade . Fred . I hope I did not go out of my own country to be taught the duties of a man of honour . Sir Miles . I wish you wou'd learn the duties of a son , and ...
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... turn to speak his . Sir Miles . Saucebox ! jackanapes ! impudent var- let ! If you don't instantly vanish , by the horns of Jupiter Ammon , I swear I will extinguish you . David . Say no more , father , I'm off ! -Good morning to you ...
... turn to speak his . Sir Miles . Saucebox ! jackanapes ! impudent var- let ! If you don't instantly vanish , by the horns of Jupiter Ammon , I swear I will extinguish you . David . Say no more , father , I'm off ! -Good morning to you ...
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... turn back with me from that house , which will else be the tomb of your happiness , your fortune , and your fame . Fred . Explain yourself . David . I cannot now ; I will hereafter . — Answer me this , are you married to the Frenchwoman ...
... turn back with me from that house , which will else be the tomb of your happiness , your fortune , and your fame . Fred . Explain yourself . David . I cannot now ; I will hereafter . — Answer me this , are you married to the Frenchwoman ...
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... turn him over as a desperate case to you . [ Loud knock- ing . ] That must be Lord Sensitive . Sabina . Ah misericorde ! what will now come of me ! Lady R. Away , away ! take your fair protegée off the field , and leave it clear for me ...
... turn him over as a desperate case to you . [ Loud knock- ing . ] That must be Lord Sensitive . Sabina . Ah misericorde ! what will now come of me ! Lady R. Away , away ! take your fair protegée off the field , and leave it clear for me ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Belcour believe better Billy brother Charles Cicely David dear Dennis O'Flaherty Dick doctor Dowlas Duke Eust Exeunt Exit FABIAN father fellow fool fortune Fred Frederick Fulmer gentleman girl give hand happy hath Hawth hear heart Heaven Henry hither Hodge honour hope Illyria Kenrick Lady D Lady Ruby ladyship look Lord D Lord Sensitive Louisa Lucin Lucinda madam Malvolio Marg marry Master Hawthorn Mead Miss Rusport Mowbray never night O'Fla OLIVIA on't Pang Pangloss pardon poor pray RICHARD CUMBERLAND Rosetta Rosny Sabina SCENE servant SIR ANDREW SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Miles Sir Toby Sir William sister soul speak Sted Stock Stockwell Stuke sure tell thee there's thing thou VIOLA Waiter what's wish woman Wood WOODCOCK word Wrangle young Zekiel
Passagens conhecidas
Página 75 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
Página 65 - For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas ! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day, But when I came unto my bed, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, With toss-pots still had drunken head, For the rain it raineth every day.
Página 30 - He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, 70 And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice As full of labour as a wise man's art: For folly that he wisely shows is fit; But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.
Página 21 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed...
Página 65 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Página 88 - Beside the river Dee ; He worked and sang from morn till night, No lark more blithe than he ; And this the burden of his song For ever used to be, — " I envy nobody ; no, not I, And nobody envies me ! "
Página 21 - Too well what love women to men may owe: In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. DUKE. And what's her history? VIOLA. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Página 25 - I'VE often wish'd that I had clear For life, six hundred pounds a year, A handsome house to lodge a friend, A river at my garden's end, A terrace walk, and half a rood Of land, set out to plant a wood. Well, now I have all this and more, I ask not to increase my store ; But here a grievance seems to lie...
Página 19 - ... augment that failing. A thought strikes me: I have a commission that you must absolutely execute for me; I have immediate occasion for the sum of two hundred pounds; you know my fortune is shut up till I am of age; take this paltry box (it contains my ear-rings, and some other baubles I have no use for), carry it to our opposite neighbour, Mr. Stockwell (I don't know where else to apply), leave it as a deposit in his hands, and beg him to accommodate me with the sum. Charles. Dear Charlotte,...