Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the ...
Visualització completa - 1808
The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted at ..., Volum 3
Visualització completa - 1824
The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted at ..., Volum 7
Visualització completa - 1824
answer Belcour believe better bring brother character Charles Cicely comes David dear Dick doctor don't Dudley Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fellow fool fortune Fred girl give hand happy head hear heart Heaven Henry Hodge hold honour hope hundred I'll keep kind Lady leave live look Lord Lucin madam marry matter Mead mean meet mind Miss never O'Fla once Pang person poor pray reason Rusport Sabina SCENE servant serve Sir Miles Sir Toby sister soul speak Sted Stock suppose sure tell thank thee there's thing thou thought true turn wife wish woman Wood Wrangle young Zekiel
Pàgina 75 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 2 - 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 ! "
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 29 - ... 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,...