Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, Том 11George Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1826 |
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... fool ? If so , you cannot say I'm the first fool graced by monarch's favour . Aruns . Why , Junius , travel has improved thy wit , Thou speakest shrewdly . Luc . Do I so , my lord ? I'm always glad when you and I agree ; You have just ...
... fool ? If so , you cannot say I'm the first fool graced by monarch's favour . Aruns . Why , Junius , travel has improved thy wit , Thou speakest shrewdly . Luc . Do I so , my lord ? I'm always glad when you and I agree ; You have just ...
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... fool ! Luc . The king your father sends for you to council , Where he debates how best to conquer Ardea . Shall I before , and tell him ye are coming ? Claud . Ay , or behind , or with us , or stay here- As thy wit prompts , -as suits ...
... fool ! Luc . The king your father sends for you to council , Where he debates how best to conquer Ardea . Shall I before , and tell him ye are coming ? Claud . Ay , or behind , or with us , or stay here- As thy wit prompts , -as suits ...
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... fool drive them hence , and set Rome free ! Strange prophecy ! -What fool ? -It cannot be That poor dolt , the companion of my sons- -Hark thee , Valerius - Know'st thou that same fool Now in the camp . Val . I know him well . - A man ...
... fool drive them hence , and set Rome free ! Strange prophecy ! -What fool ? -It cannot be That poor dolt , the companion of my sons- -Hark thee , Valerius - Know'st thou that same fool Now in the camp . Val . I know him well . - A man ...
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... fool . Tul . Fool for thy nature : Thou answer'st well , -but I demand thy name . Luc . Nothing but fool . Tul . His faculties are brutish ; - BRUTUS shall be thy name . Br . Thanks to your grace ! Hor . Dost like thy new name , gentle ...
... fool . Tul . Fool for thy nature : Thou answer'st well , -but I demand thy name . Luc . Nothing but fool . Tul . His faculties are brutish ; - BRUTUS shall be thy name . Br . Thanks to your grace ! Hor . Dost like thy new name , gentle ...
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... fool , you do but wrong yourself . Hor . But that the princes love his son , brave Titus , My dagger should have pierced his throat ere now And sent him to his mother earth for ever ! He shall be watch'd . - Come , come with me ...
... fool , you do but wrong yourself . Hor . But that the princes love his son , brave Titus , My dagger should have pierced his throat ere now And sent him to his mother earth for ever ! He shall be watch'd . - Come , come with me ...
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Стр. 24 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered, — We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Стр. 17 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Стр. 26 - Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
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Стр. 24 - He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, 70 And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice As full of labour as a wise man's art: For folly that he wisely shows is fit; But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.
Стр. 24 - That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd — the feast of Crispian ; He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He, that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends, And say — to-morrow is Saint Crispian : Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Стр. 27 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Стр. 24 - This day is call'd the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say, To-morrow is Saint Crispian: Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, These wounds I had on Crispin's day.