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Pagina 16
Old Lady Lamb.- Oh, worthy, humble soul ! this is a slight offence, which your
suffering and mortification may well atone for. Dr. Cant. Alas, madam ! I want to
suffer ; I ought to be mortified ; and I am obliged now to tell you, that for my soul's
sake ...
Old Lady Lamb.- Oh, worthy, humble soul ! this is a slight offence, which your
suffering and mortification may well atone for. Dr. Cant. Alas, madam ! I want to
suffer ; I ought to be mortified ; and I am obliged now to tell you, that for my soul's
sake ...
Pagina 25
Enter Old Lady Lamnert, l. Lady Lamb. This is kind, madam ; I hope your
ladyship's come to dine with us. Old Lady Lamb. (l.) No; don't be afraid: only in my
way from Tottenham Court, I just called to see whether any dreadful accident
happened ...
Enter Old Lady Lamnert, l. Lady Lamb. This is kind, madam ; I hope your
ladyship's come to dine with us. Old Lady Lamb. (l.) No; don't be afraid: only in my
way from Tottenham Court, I just called to see whether any dreadful accident
happened ...
Pagina 29
Old Lady Lamb. Why, if you think it a sin. indeed — pray what's your business ?
Mam. We deals in grocery, tea, small-beer, charcoal, butter, brick-dust, and the
like. Old Lady Lamb. Well ; you must consult with your friendly director here. Maw.
Old Lady Lamb. Why, if you think it a sin. indeed — pray what's your business ?
Mam. We deals in grocery, tea, small-beer, charcoal, butter, brick-dust, and the
like. Old Lady Lamb. Well ; you must consult with your friendly director here. Maw.
Pagina 30
Oh! Old Lady Lamb. Oh ! Maw. If ever there was a saint, he's one — till I went after
him I was little better than the devil ; my conscience was tanned with sin, like a
piece of neat's leather, and had no more feeling than the sole of my shoe ; always
...
Oh! Old Lady Lamb. Oh ! Maw. If ever there was a saint, he's one — till I went after
him I was little better than the devil ; my conscience was tanned with sin, like a
piece of neat's leather, and had no more feeling than the sole of my shoe ; always
...
Pagina 57
Lady Lamb. Whither are you going, sir ? Sir J. Lamb. I know not — but here, if
seems, I am a trespasser — the master of the ... Enter Old Lady Lamnert, l. d. Old
Lady Lamb. (l.) How now ! Maw. (i..) He wants to know who I be. Old Lady Lamb.
Lady Lamb. Whither are you going, sir ? Sir J. Lamb. I know not — but here, if
seems, I am a trespasser — the master of the ... Enter Old Lady Lamnert, l. d. Old
Lady Lamb. (l.) How now ! Maw. (i..) He wants to know who I be. Old Lady Lamb.
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Pagina 25 - NOW, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons...
Pagina 27 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Pagina 25 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Pagina 28 - UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE' UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Pagina 32 - twill be eleven ; And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
Pagina 35 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Pagina 34 - And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Pagina 24 - Let me be your servant; Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
Pagina 52 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo, — 0 word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Pagina 34 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical & Critical. Printed from the Acting Copies, as Performed at the Theatres Royal, London... Volume 3 van Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical & Critical. Printed from the Acting Copies, as Performed at the Theatres Royal, London, George Daniel |
| Bijdragers | George Daniel, Thomas Dolby |
| Uitgever | J. Cumberland, 1826 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | de University of Michigan |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 12 juli 2007 |
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