The Ancient British Drama ...Walter Scott W. Miller, 1810 - 614 pagina's |
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Pagina 9
... Hope springs eternal in the human breast ; Man never is , but always to be blest . " 31 Discontent - i . e ... Hope , hope , that never forsakest the wretched- est man , Yet bid'st me live , and lurk in this disguise . What ? play I well ...
... Hope springs eternal in the human breast ; Man never is , but always to be blest . " 31 Discontent - i . e ... Hope , hope , that never forsakest the wretched- est man , Yet bid'st me live , and lurk in this disguise . What ? play I well ...
Pagina 31
... hope hast thou of the du- chess's easiness ? Maq . Twill go hard : She was a cold creature ever ; she hated monkies , fools , jesters , and gen- tlemen - ushers , extremely ; she had the vile trick on't , not only to be truly modestly ...
... hope hast thou of the du- chess's easiness ? Maq . Twill go hard : She was a cold creature ever ; she hated monkies , fools , jesters , and gen- tlemen - ushers , extremely ; she had the vile trick on't , not only to be truly modestly ...
Pagina 32
... hope , and had her at such advantage ? Maq . Now o ' my conscience , now I think , in my discretion , we did not take her in the right sign ; the blood was not in the true vein , sure . Enter BILIOSO . [ Exit . Bil . Make way there ...
... hope , and had her at such advantage ? Maq . Now o ' my conscience , now I think , in my discretion , we did not take her in the right sign ; the blood was not in the true vein , sure . Enter BILIOSO . [ Exit . Bil . Make way there ...
Pagina 41
... hope I know I am a gentleman ; though his covetous humour And education hath transformed me bailiff , And made me overseer of his pastures , I'll be myself , in spite of husbandry . Enter GRATIANA , And see bright heaven here comes my ...
... hope I know I am a gentleman ; though his covetous humour And education hath transformed me bailiff , And made me overseer of his pastures , I'll be myself , in spite of husbandry . Enter GRATIANA , And see bright heaven here comes my ...
Pagina 42
... hope to bring him up in other fashion , Follows my husbandry , sets early foot Into the world ; he comes not at the city , Nor knows the city arts . Ryn . But dice and wenching . [ Aside . M. Ant . Jest not , good sir , in an affair so ...
... hope to bring him up in other fashion , Follows my husbandry , sets early foot Into the world ; he comes not at the city , Nor knows the city arts . Ryn . But dice and wenching . [ Aside . M. Ant . Jest not , good sir , in an affair so ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 117 - I cry hourly with feebler and feebler outcry to be delivered — it were enough to make him dash the sparkling beverage to the earth in all the pride of its mantling .temptation; to make him clasp his teeth — " And not undo 'em To suffer WET DAMNATION to run through 'em.
Pagina 197 - The learned Greek, rich in fit epithets, Blest in the lovely marriage of pure words ; The Chaldee wise, the Arabian physical, The Roman eloquent, and Tuscan grave, The braving Spanish, and the smooth-tongued French— Tragedy and Comedy.
Pagina 442 - I have so bent my thoughts to husbandry, That I protest I scarcely can remember What a new fashion is ; how silk or satin Feels in my hand. Why, pride is grown to us A mere, mere stranger. I have quite forgot The names of all that ever waited on me.
Pagina 103 - tis true, an old man's twice a child ; Mine cannot speak ; one of his single words Would quite have freed my youngest dearest son From death or durance, and have made him walk With a bold foot upon the thorny law, Whose prickles should bow under him ; but 'tis not, And therefore wedlock- faith shall be forgot : I'll kill him in his forehead ; hate, there feed ; That wound is deepest, though it never bleed.
Pagina 19 - Pietro. Out upon him ! He writ of Temperance and Fortitude, yet lived like a voluptuous epicure, and died like an effeminate coward.
Pagina 445 - Booty you play; I like a loser stand, Having no heart, or here or in my hand. I will give o'er the set; I am not well. Come, who will hold my cards?
Pagina 537 - As for Maister Greene, all that I will speak of him (and that without flattery) is this (if I were worthy to censure) there was not an actor of his nature, in his time, of better ability in performance of what he undertook, more applauded by the audience, of greater grace at the court, or of more general love in the city.
Pagina 319 - I have heard that this is observed amongst them, that by how much the nobler a woman is, by so much the higher are her chapineys. All their gentlewomen, and most of their wives and...
Pagina 87 - em, madam and her malkin, they are like to bite o' the bridle for William, as the poor horses have done 25 all this while that hurried 'em, or else go graze o' the common. So should my Dame Touchstone too ; but she has been my cross these thirty years, and I'll now keep her to fright away sprites, i'faith.
Pagina 437 - You, sister, are my friend ; And flying you, I shall pursue my end. Susan. Your company is as my eyeball dear ; Being far from you, no comfort can be near. Yet fly to save your life : what would I care, To spend my future age in black despair, So you were safe ? And yet to live one week Without my brother Charles, through every cheek My streaming tears would downwards run so rank...