Lacy's Acting Edition of Plays, Dramas, Farces and Extravagances, Etc., Etc: As Performed at the Various Theatres ...T. H. Lacy, 1849 |
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Pagina 6
... sure ' tis scarcely yet his time ! ( knocking heard a third time . And from thence it comes . ( goes to the door , R. C. , and opens it . DON CARLOS enters , wrapped in a cloak , and a broad hat covering his eyes . JOSEP . Good day ...
... sure ' tis scarcely yet his time ! ( knocking heard a third time . And from thence it comes . ( goes to the door , R. C. , and opens it . DON CARLOS enters , wrapped in a cloak , and a broad hat covering his eyes . JOSEP . Good day ...
Pagina 9
... sure , let me have fire to cheer thee . HERN . ( his hand to his breast ) Here , Here resides a power To mock the elements , or storm for storm Encounter them - a fire that sets at nought The falling torrent or the wintry blast . Feel ...
... sure , let me have fire to cheer thee . HERN . ( his hand to his breast ) Here , Here resides a power To mock the elements , or storm for storm Encounter them - a fire that sets at nought The falling torrent or the wintry blast . Feel ...
Pagina 12
... Sure some robber . CARL . Softly , Donna My crippled limbs have had such lame amends In satisfaction of my eyes or ears That who your favoured visitor may be ' Twere rash to guess at ; yet I scarcely think Our fellowship will much ...
... Sure some robber . CARL . Softly , Donna My crippled limbs have had such lame amends In satisfaction of my eyes or ears That who your favoured visitor may be ' Twere rash to guess at ; yet I scarcely think Our fellowship will much ...
Pagina 17
... sure thing . ZANTH . Josepha ! spare me . It goes hard enough with me to think of him . JOSEP . Aye , marry , and ' twill go harder with him when he knows the truth , as I suppose he must , soon ; eh , lamb- kin ? How is it to end ...
... sure thing . ZANTH . Josepha ! spare me . It goes hard enough with me to think of him . JOSEP . Aye , marry , and ' twill go harder with him when he knows the truth , as I suppose he must , soon ; eh , lamb- kin ? How is it to end ...
Pagina 18
... sure he does me wrong . since . ' Twas two years In all things else , ' tis said , nor law nor justice Will have the child's rash contract bind the woman . I pledged to him the love a husband claims , Ere such a love I knew , and ...
... sure he does me wrong . since . ' Twas two years In all things else , ' tis said , nor law nor justice Will have the child's rash contract bind the woman . I pledged to him the love a husband claims , Ere such a love I knew , and ...
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Pagina 36 - All murdered : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be feared, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable...
Pagina 56 - God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience ; — That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Pagina 35 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth...
Pagina 9 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience ; — That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Pagina 20 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Pagina 36 - For Heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings ; — How some have been deposed, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed ; Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping killed; All murdered.
Pagina 10 - Ay, truly ; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness : this was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof.
Pagina 17 - And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol, or a harp ; Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
Pagina 36 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Pagina 41 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave; Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...