British Theatre: Comprising Tragedies, Comedies, Operas, and Farces, from the Most Classic Writers : with Biography, Critical Account and Explanatory Notes
F. Fleischer, 1828 - 908 pages
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British Theatre Comprising Tragedies, Comedies, Operas, and Farces, from the ...
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arms bear believe better bring brother captain cause Char Charles comes daughter dear death don't Enter Exeunt Exit expect eyes face faith father fear fellow fortune give gone hand happy hast head hear heard heart heaven hold honour hope hour husband I'll John keep king Lady leave live look Lord lost madam marry matter mean meet mind Miss nature never night once passion person poor pray present reason ruin SCENE servant serve Sir F sister soul speak stand Stuke sure talk tears tell thee there's thing thou thought told true turn virtue wait what's whole wife wish woman wretch wrong young Zara
Page 13 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 361 - I'm out of humour, without giving a reason; to have my closet inviolate; to be sole empress of my tea-table, which you must never presume to approach without first asking leave; and lastly, wherever I am, you shall always knock at the door before you come in. These articles subscribed, if I continue to endure you a little longer, I may by degrees dwindle into a wife.
Page 189 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face and you'll forget 'em all.
Page 487 - Here we live in an old rumbling mansion, that looks for all the world like an inn, but that we never see company. Our best visitors are old Mrs. Oddfish, the...
Page 362 - ... tea-table talk— such as mending of fashions, spoiling reputations, railing at absent friends, and so forth— but that on no account you encroach upon the men's prerogative, and presume to drink healths, or toast fellows...
Page 13 - And that there is all nature cries aloud Through all her works, he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy. But when, or where ? This world was made for Caesar.
Page 362 - ... to the play in a mask - then bring you home in a pretended fright, when you think you shall be found out - and rail at me for missing the play, and disappointing the frolic which you had to pick me up and prove my constancy.
Page 360 - I'll give the first impression on a couch. — I won't lie neither, but loll and lean upon one elbow: with one foot a little dangling off, jogging in a thoughtful way — yes — and then as soon as he appears, start, ay, start and be surprised, and rise to meet him in a pretty disorder — yes — O, nothing is more alluring than a levee from a couch, in some confusion: — it shows the foot to advantage, and furnishes with blushes, and recomposing airs beyond comparison.
Page 13 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Page 111 - I pass'd this very moment by thy doors, And found them guarded by a troop of villains ; The sons of public rapine were destroying. They told me, by the sentence of the law, They had commission to seize all thy fortune : Nay, more, Priuli's cruel hand had sign'd it. Here stood a ruffian with a horrid face, Lording it o'er a pile of massy plate, Tumbled into a heap for public sale ; There was another making villanous jests At thy undoing: he had ta'en possession Of all thy ancient, most domestic ornaments,...