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 pàgines |
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Pàgina 16
... soul ne'er pays , but to the proud . Wor . Our house , my sovereign liege , little deserves The scourge of greatness to be us'd on it ; And that same greatness too , which our own hands Have holp to make so portly . North . My lord ...
... soul ne'er pays , but to the proud . Wor . Our house , my sovereign liege , little deserves The scourge of greatness to be us'd on it ; And that same greatness too , which our own hands Have holp to make so portly . North . My lord ...
Pàgina 18
... soul , hath wilfully betray'd The lives of those , that he did lead to fight Against the great magician , damn'd Glendower ; Whose daughter , as we hear , the Earl of March Hath lately marry'd . Shall our coffers then Be empty'd , to ...
... soul , hath wilfully betray'd The lives of those , that he did lead to fight Against the great magician , damn'd Glendower ; Whose daughter , as we hear , the Earl of March Hath lately marry'd . Shall our coffers then Be empty'd , to ...
Pàgina 20
... soul Want mercy , if I do not join with him : Yea , on his part , I'll empty all these veins , And shed my dear blood , drop by drop , i ' the dust , But I will lift the down - trod Mortimer As high i ' the air as this unthankful king ...
... soul Want mercy , if I do not join with him : Yea , on his part , I'll empty all these veins , And shed my dear blood , drop by drop , i ' the dust , But I will lift the down - trod Mortimer As high i ' the air as this unthankful king ...
Pàgina 22
... soul , he shall not : I'll keep them , by this hand . Wor . You start away , And lend no ear unto my purposes.- Those prisoners you shall keep . Hot . Nay , I will ; that's flat : - He said , he would not ransom Mortimer ; Forbade my ...
... soul , he shall not : I'll keep them , by this hand . Wor . You start away , And lend no ear unto my purposes.- Those prisoners you shall keep . Hot . Nay , I will ; that's flat : - He said , he would not ransom Mortimer ; Forbade my ...
Pàgina 48
... soul to boot , He hath more worthy interest to the state , Than thou , the shadow of succession . What never - dying honour hath he got Against renowned Douglas ! Thrice hath this Hotspur , Mars in swathing clothes , This infant warrior ...
... soul to boot , He hath more worthy interest to the state , Than thou , the shadow of succession . What never - dying honour hath he got Against renowned Douglas ! Thrice hath this Hotspur , Mars in swathing clothes , This infant warrior ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.