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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Pàgina 19
... didst thou speak with him ? know'st thou his mind ? Dro . of Eph . Ay , ay , he told his mind upon my ear ; Beshrew his hand , I scarce could understand it ! Luc . Spake he so doubtfully , thou couldst not find his meaning ? Dro . of ...
... didst thou speak with him ? know'st thou his mind ? Dro . of Eph . Ay , ay , he told his mind upon my ear ; Beshrew his hand , I scarce could understand it ! Luc . Spake he so doubtfully , thou couldst not find his meaning ? Dro . of ...
Pàgina 21
... didst answer me ? Dro . of Syr . What answer , sir ? when spake I such a word ? Ant . of Syr . Ev'n now , ev'n here ; not half an hour since . Dro . of Syr . I did not see you , since you sent me hence Home , to the Centaur , with the ...
... didst answer me ? Dro . of Syr . What answer , sir ? when spake I such a word ? Ant . of Syr . Ev'n now , ev'n here ; not half an hour since . Dro . of Syr . I did not see you , since you sent me hence Home , to the Centaur , with the ...
Pàgina 23
... didst return from him , That he did buffet thee , and in his blows , Denied my house for his , me , for his wife . Ant . of Syr . Did you converse , sir , with this gen- tlewoman ? Dro . of Syr . I , sir ? I never saw her till this mo ...
... didst return from him , That he did buffet thee , and in his blows , Denied my house for his , me , for his wife . Ant . of Syr . Did you converse , sir , with this gen- tlewoman ? Dro . of Syr . I , sir ? I never saw her till this mo ...
Pàgina 26
... didst thou mean by this ? Dro . of Eph . Say what you will , sir , but I know what I know , That you beat me at the Mart , I have the marks to witness . Ant . of Eph . Silence , thou sot , or I shall sober thee ! - You're sad , Signor ...
... didst thou mean by this ? Dro . of Eph . Say what you will , sir , but I know what I know , That you beat me at the Mart , I have the marks to witness . Ant . of Eph . Silence , thou sot , or I shall sober thee ! - You're sad , Signor ...
Pàgina 40
... and LUCIANA . Adr . What , Luciana , did he tempt thee so ? Might'st thou perceive austerely in his eye , That he did plead in earnest ? Didst thou mark , Look'd he or pale , or red , or sad 40 [ ACT IV . THE COMEDY OF ERRORS .
... and LUCIANA . Adr . What , Luciana , did he tempt thee so ? Might'st thou perceive austerely in his eye , That he did plead in earnest ? Didst thou mark , Look'd he or pale , or red , or sad 40 [ ACT IV . THE COMEDY OF ERRORS .
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 32 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Pàgina 42 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown ! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword: The expectancy and rose of the fair state. The glass of fashion, and the mould* of form, The observed of all observers...
Pàgina 80 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Pàgina 20 - 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 ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Pàgina 21 - Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.
Pàgina 23 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Pàgina 79 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Pàgina 26 - Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Pàgina 37 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Pàgina 55 - Come, come, and sit you down ; you shall not budge ; You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you.