The Comedies of William Congreve, Volume 1Methuen, 1895 |
Vanuit het boek
Resultaten 1-5 van 45
Pagina xxiii
... look you here , now- you ... where did you lose this gold bodkin ? —Oh , sister , sister ! My bodkin ? Nay , ' tis yours ; look at it . Well , if you go to that , where did you find this bodkin ? Oh , sister , sister ! -sister every way ...
... look you here , now- you ... where did you lose this gold bodkin ? —Oh , sister , sister ! My bodkin ? Nay , ' tis yours ; look at it . Well , if you go to that , where did you find this bodkin ? Oh , sister , sister ! -sister every way ...
Pagina xxxi
... look like a thunderbolt . It is not a matter of decency , of alteration or improvement in manners . A comedy might be wholly Con- grevean without a coarse word from beginning to end . It is a matter of the exclusion ( not the ...
... look like a thunderbolt . It is not a matter of decency , of alteration or improvement in manners . A comedy might be wholly Con- grevean without a coarse word from beginning to end . It is a matter of the exclusion ( not the ...
Pagina 5
... looks behind and wants thy strong embrace : She yields , she yields , surrenders all her charms , Do you but force her gently to your arms : Such nerves , such graces , in your lines appear , As you were made to be her ravisher . Dryden ...
... looks behind and wants thy strong embrace : She yields , she yields , surrenders all her charms , Do you but force her gently to your arms : Such nerves , such graces , in your lines appear , As you were made to be her ravisher . Dryden ...
Pagina 20
... [ Look- ing on his watch . ] BELL . Nay , prithee , George- HEART . No ; besides my business , I see a fool coming this way . Adieu . SCENE V. SHARPER , BEllmour . BELL . What does he mean ? Oh , ' tis Sir Joseph Wittoll with his friend ...
... [ Look- ing on his watch . ] BELL . Nay , prithee , George- HEART . No ; besides my business , I see a fool coming this way . Adieu . SCENE V. SHARPER , BEllmour . BELL . What does he mean ? Oh , ' tis Sir Joseph Wittoll with his friend ...
Pagina 26
... Look you here , boy , here's your antidote , here's your Jesuits ' powder for a shaking fit . But who hast thou got with thee ? is he of mettle ? [ Laying his hand upon his sword . ] SIR JO . Ay , bully , a devilish smart fellow : ' a ...
... Look you here , boy , here's your antidote , here's your Jesuits ' powder for a shaking fit . But who hast thou got with thee ? is he of mettle ? [ Laying his hand upon his sword . ] SIR JO . Ay , bully , a devilish smart fellow : ' a ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
agad ARAM Araminta believe BELIN BELINDA BELL BELLMOUR Bless BLUFF BRISK Careless Cocky Colley Cibber comedy comedy of manners confess Congreve Congreve's cousin creature CYNT Cynthia d'ye damned dear deuce take devil face faith favour FOND Fondlewife fool fortune Gads-bud give hear HEART Heartwell heaven honour hope humour husband i'gad Jeremy Collier kiss LADY FROTH LADY PLYANT LADY TOUCH LADY TOUCHWOOD ladyship LÆT laugh let me perish look LORD FROTH Lord Harry LORD TOUCH LORD TOUCHWOOD lordship lover LUCY madam marry MASK Maskwell Mellefont mistress never Nykin Old Bachelor pardon passion play pleasure poor Pray Prithee rogue satiric SAYGRACE SCENE VIII SETTER SHARP Sharper SILV SIR JO SIR PAUL soul speak stay sure swear talk tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast thought Vainlove villain wife WILLIAM CONGREVE woman
Populaire passages
Pagina 90 - What rugged ways attend the noon of life! Our sun declines, and with what anxious strife, What pain, we tug that galling load — a wife.
Pagina xxvii - Beauty the lover's gift ! — Lord, what is a lover, that it can give ? Why, one makes lovers as fast as one pleases, and they live as long as one pleases, and they die as soon as one pleases ; and then, if one pleases, one makes more.
Pagina xxiv - Hymen shall put his torch into a dark lanthorn, that it may be secret; and Juno shall give her peacock poppy-water, that he may fold his ogling tail, and Argus's hundred eyes be shut, ha! Nobody shall know but Jeremy.
Pagina 101 - And just abandoning th' ungrateful stage: Unprofitably kept at Heaven's expense, I live a rent-charge on his providence: But you, whom every muse and grace adorn, Whom I foresee to better fortune born, Be kind to my remains; and oh defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend! Let not...
Pagina 99 - Our builders were with want of genius curst; The second temple was not like the first : Till you, the best Vitruvius, come at length, 15 Our beauties equal, but excel our strength.
Pagina 100 - Thy first attempt an early promise made; That early promise this has more than paid. So bold, yet so judiciously you dare, That your least praise is to be regular. Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, But genius must be born, and never can be taught. This is your portion, this your native store, Heav'n, that but once was prodigal before, To Shakespeare gave as much; she could not give him more. Maintain your post: that's all the fame you need; For 'tis impossible you should proceed....
Pagina 99 - Well then, the promised hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past. Strong were our sires; and as they fought they writ, Conqu'ring with force of arms and dint of wit. Theirs was the giant race, before the flood; And thus, when Charles returned, our empire stood. Like Janus...
Pagina 126 - Hear you? No, no; I'll deny you first, and hear you afterwards. For one does not know how one's mind may change upon hearing — hearing is one of the senses, and all the senses are fallible. I won't trust my honour, I assure you; my honour is infallible and uncomatable.
Pagina 126 - I swear I'll deny it — therefore don't ask me; nay, you shan't ask me, I swear I'll deny it. O Gemini, you have brought all the blood into my face; I warrant I am as red as a turkey-cock. O fie, cousin Mellefont!
Pagina 101 - Providence : But you, whom every Muse and Grace adorn, Whom I foresee to better fortune born, Be kind to my remains, and oh ! defend Against your Judgment your departed Friend ! Let not the insulting Foe my Fame pursue ; But shade those Laurels which descend to You : And take for Tribute what these Lines express ; You merit more, nor could my Love do less.