Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, Volum 11George Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1826 |
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Pàgina 15
... Carl . Beg pardon , Mr. for coming upon you so ; but if you can only tell me the nearest road to the next town , you'll oblige me very much , Mr. Soldier . Rons . [ Turning . ] Hallo ! I know that voice ! Bless my heart ! ' tis poor ...
... Carl . Beg pardon , Mr. for coming upon you so ; but if you can only tell me the nearest road to the next town , you'll oblige me very much , Mr. Soldier . Rons . [ Turning . ] Hallo ! I know that voice ! Bless my heart ! ' tis poor ...
Pàgina 16
... Carl . Horse , if you please - horse - post ! -that is , till I lost my horse ; for last night a party of the enemy's troops fell in with me , or fell out with me , should say - for , after parading me a few leagues blind- fold , they ...
... Carl . Horse , if you please - horse - post ! -that is , till I lost my horse ; for last night a party of the enemy's troops fell in with me , or fell out with me , should say - for , after parading me a few leagues blind- fold , they ...
Pàgina 17
... Carl . [ Dreaming . ] Poor dear ! Poor Christine ! Chris - ris- Chris . [ Starting . ] Who calls ? [ Turns , and sees CARLITZ . Gracious Heaven ! ' tis he ! ' Tis Carlitz ! [ Runs up to him , but checks herself , seeing RONS- LAUS enter ...
... Carl . [ Dreaming . ] Poor dear ! Poor Christine ! Chris - ris- Chris . [ Starting . ] Who calls ? [ Turns , and sees CARLITZ . Gracious Heaven ! ' tis he ! ' Tis Carlitz ! [ Runs up to him , but checks herself , seeing RONS- LAUS enter ...
Pàgina 18
... Carl . Ah ! what a pity ! [ Sighing . Rons . What a pity ?. Carl . Yes ; just as you waked me , I was deputy post- master of the village , and from my house window I saw myself riding in a one - horse chaise to a smoking dinner at the ...
... Carl . Ah ! what a pity ! [ Sighing . Rons . What a pity ?. Carl . Yes ; just as you waked me , I was deputy post- master of the village , and from my house window I saw myself riding in a one - horse chaise to a smoking dinner at the ...
Pàgina 19
... Carl . But then , Mr. Soldier , if it should so happen hat I should not , by keeping my promise , make her happy ... Carl . Very well ; but then I'll never write that to her . Rons . You won't ? [ Sternly . ] What ! you won't ? 6 Carl ...
... Carl . But then , Mr. Soldier , if it should so happen hat I should not , by keeping my promise , make her happy ... Carl . Very well ; but then I'll never write that to her . Rons . You won't ? [ Sternly . ] What ! you won't ? 6 Carl ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 24 - 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...
Pàgina 17 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Pàgina 26 - Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Pàgina 8 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...
Pàgina 22 - Not to-day, O Lord, O, not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown ! I Richard's body have interred new ; And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, Than from it issued forced drops of blood. Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, Who twice...
Pàgina 62 - Hear him but reason in divinity, And all-admiring with an inward wish You would desire the king were made a prelate : Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs, You would say it hath been...
Pàgina 24 - 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.
Pàgina 24 - That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd — the feast of Crispian ; He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He, that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends, And say — to-morrow is Saint Crispian : Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Pàgina 27 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Pàgina 24 - This day is call'd the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say, To-morrow is Saint Crispian: Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, These wounds I had on Crispin's day.