Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, Том 11George Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1826 |
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... madam ; for just then my foot did slip In the fresh blood of a new - slaughter'd victim , And , falling , I did kiss my mother - earth . Tul . Oh , that the earth had swallow'd thee outright Till thou hadst kiss'd the centre ! I ...
... madam ; for just then my foot did slip In the fresh blood of a new - slaughter'd victim , And , falling , I did kiss my mother - earth . Tul . Oh , that the earth had swallow'd thee outright Till thou hadst kiss'd the centre ! I ...
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... madam , ' Tis some ten days , or thereabout , for time Runs as it should with me , -in yours , it may be Perhaps ten years . Luc . I do not understand thee . Say'st thou , with me time runs not as it should ? Explain thy meaning - What ...
... madam , ' Tis some ten days , or thereabout , for time Runs as it should with me , -in yours , it may be Perhaps ten years . Luc . I do not understand thee . Say'st thou , with me time runs not as it should ? Explain thy meaning - What ...
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... madam : and , to comfort you with chance , Assure yourself , after our ship did split , When you , and that poor number saved with you , Hung on our driving boat , I saw your brother , Most provident in peril , bind himself , Courage ...
... madam : and , to comfort you with chance , Assure yourself , after our ship did split , When you , and that poor number saved with you , Hung on our driving boat , I saw your brother , Most provident in peril , bind himself , Courage ...
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... madam . Oli . Who of my people hold him in delay ? Mar , Sir Toby , madam , your kinsman . Oli . Fetch him off , I pray you ; he speaks nothing but madman ; fie on him ! [ Exit MARIA , L. ] Go you , Malvolio : -if it be a suit from the ...
... madam . Oli . Who of my people hold him in delay ? Mar , Sir Toby , madam , your kinsman . Oli . Fetch him off , I pray you ; he speaks nothing but madman ; fie on him ! [ Exit MARIA , L. ] Go you , Malvolio : -if it be a suit from the ...
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... Madam , yond young fellow swears he will speak with you . I told him you were sick ; he takes on him to understand so much , and therefore comes to speak with you . I told him you were asleep ; he seems . to have a fore - knowledge of ...
... Madam , yond young fellow swears he will speak with you . I told him you were sick ; he takes on him to understand so much , and therefore comes to speak with you . I told him you were asleep ; he seems . to have a fore - knowledge of ...
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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.
Стр. 8 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...
Стр. 22 - Not to-day, O Lord, O, not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown ! I Richard's body have interred new ; And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, Than from it issued forced drops of blood. Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, Who twice...
Стр. 62 - Hear him but reason in divinity, And all-admiring with an inward wish You would desire the king were made a prelate : Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs, You would say it hath been...
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.