The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Convent Gardin, Haymarket, and Lyceum, Том 6Mrs. Inchbald Hurst, Robinson, 1824 |
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... grace , without offence , My conscience bids me ask , wherefore you have Commanded of me these most poisonous compounds ? Queen . I do wonder , doctor , Thou ask'st me such a question : Have I not been Thy pupil long ? I will try the ...
... grace , without offence , My conscience bids me ask , wherefore you have Commanded of me these most poisonous compounds ? Queen . I do wonder , doctor , Thou ask'st me such a question : Have I not been Thy pupil long ? I will try the ...
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... grace but in a small request , And yet of moment too , for it concerns Your lord ; myself , and other noble friends , Are partners in the business . Imog . Pray , what is't ? Iach . Some dozen Romans of us , and your lord , The best ...
... grace but in a small request , And yet of moment too , for it concerns Your lord ; myself , and other noble friends , Are partners in the business . Imog . Pray , what is't ? Iach . Some dozen Romans of us , and your lord , The best ...
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... targe of proof , cannot be found : He shall be happy , that can find him , if Our grace can make him so . Bel . I never saw Such noble fury in so poor a thing . Cym . No tidings of him ? Pisanio . He SCENE VI . ] 81 CYMBELINE .
... targe of proof , cannot be found : He shall be happy , that can find him , if Our grace can make him so . Bel . I never saw Such noble fury in so poor a thing . Cym . No tidings of him ? Pisanio . He SCENE VI . ] 81 CYMBELINE .
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... grace , And art mine own . I know not why , nor where- fore , To say , live , boy : ne'er thank thy master ; live : And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt , Fitting my bounty , and thy state , I'll give it ; Yea , though thou do ...
... grace , And art mine own . I know not why , nor where- fore , To say , live , boy : ne'er thank thy master ; live : And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt , Fitting my bounty , and thy state , I'll give it ; Yea , though thou do ...
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... grace thee with that robbery , thy stol'n name Coriolanus , in Corioli ? - You lords , and heads o ' the state , perfidiously He has betray'd your business , and given up , For certain drops of salt , your city Rome , - I say , your ...
... grace thee with that robbery , thy stol'n name Coriolanus , in Corioli ? - You lords , and heads o ' the state , perfidiously He has betray'd your business , and given up , For certain drops of salt , your city Rome , - I say , your ...
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Стр. 41 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Стр. 36 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Стр. 27 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Стр. 1 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Стр. 70 - Let me have men about me that are fat ; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights. Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much : such men are dangerous.
Стр. 24 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Стр. 26 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.
Стр. 26 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him...
Стр. 30 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
Стр. 26 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.