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 15
... mistress made it one upon my cheek ; - She is so hot , because the meat is cold , The meat is cold , because you come not home , You come not home , because you have no stomach , You have no stomach , having broke your fast ; But we ...
... mistress made it one upon my cheek ; - She is so hot , because the meat is cold , The meat is cold , because you come not home , You come not home , because you have no stomach , You have no stomach , having broke your fast ; But we ...
Pàgina 16
... mistress ' marks upon my shoulders ; Between you both , they make , perhaps , a thousand : If I should pay your worship these again , Perchance you will not take it patiently . Ant . of Syr . Thy mistress ' marks ! -What mistress ...
... mistress ' marks upon my shoulders ; Between you both , they make , perhaps , a thousand : If I should pay your worship these again , Perchance you will not take it patiently . Ant . of Syr . Thy mistress ' marks ! -What mistress ...
Pàgina 19
... mistress , sir , quoth I - hang up thy mistress ! I do not know thy mistress - out on thy mistress ! Luc . Quoth who ? Dro . of Eph . Quoth my master- I know , quoth he , no house , no wife , no mistress ; So that my errand , due unto ...
... mistress , sir , quoth I - hang up thy mistress ! I do not know thy mistress - out on thy mistress ! Luc . Quoth who ? Dro . of Eph . Quoth my master- I know , quoth he , no house , no wife , no mistress ; So that my errand , due unto ...
Pàgina 21
... mistress sent , to have me home to dinner ! My house was at the Phenix ! wert thou mad , That thus , so strangely thou didst answer me ? Dro . of Syr . What answer , sir ? when spake I such a word ? Ant . of Syr . Ev'n now , ev'n here ...
... mistress sent , to have me home to dinner ! My house was at the Phenix ! wert thou mad , That thus , so strangely thou didst answer me ? Dro . of Syr . What answer , sir ? when spake I such a word ? Ant . of Syr . Ev'n now , ev'n here ...
Pàgina 22
... mistress , and a dinner ; For which , I hope , thou felt'st , I was displeased . Dro . of Syr . I'm glad to see you in this merry vein ; What means this jest , I pray you , master , tell me ? Ant . of Syr . What , dost thou jeer , and ...
... mistress , and a dinner ; For which , I hope , thou felt'st , I was displeased . Dro . of Syr . I'm glad to see you in this merry vein ; What means this jest , I pray you , master , tell me ? Ant . of Syr . What , dost thou jeer , and ...
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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.