Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical : Printed from the Acting Copies, as Performed at the Theatres-royal, London, Том 11John Cumberland, 1826 |
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... Carl . Beg pardon , Mr. for coming upon you so ; but if you can only tell me the nearest road to the next town , you'll oblige me very much , Mr. Soldier . Rons . [ Turning . ] Hallo ! I know that voice ! Bless my heart ! ' tis poor ...
... Carl . Beg pardon , Mr. for coming upon you so ; but if you can only tell me the nearest road to the next town , you'll oblige me very much , Mr. Soldier . Rons . [ Turning . ] Hallo ! I know that voice ! Bless my heart ! ' tis poor ...
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... Carl . Horse , if you please - horse - post ! —that is , till I lost my horse ; for last night a party of the enemy's troops fell in with me , or fell out with me , should say - for , after parading me a few leagues blind- fold , they ...
... Carl . Horse , if you please - horse - post ! —that is , till I lost my horse ; for last night a party of the enemy's troops fell in with me , or fell out with me , should say - for , after parading me a few leagues blind- fold , they ...
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... Carl . [ Dreaming . ] Poor dear ! Poor Christine ! Chris - ris- Chris . [ Starting . ] Who calls ? [ Turns , and sees CARLITZ . Gracious Heaven ! ' tis he ! ' Tis Carlitz ! [ Runs up to him , but checks herself , seeing RONS- LAUS enter ...
... Carl . [ Dreaming . ] Poor dear ! Poor Christine ! Chris - ris- Chris . [ Starting . ] Who calls ? [ Turns , and sees CARLITZ . Gracious Heaven ! ' tis he ! ' Tis Carlitz ! [ Runs up to him , but checks herself , seeing RONS- LAUS enter ...
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... Carl . Ah ! what a pity ! [ Sighing . Rons . What a pity ?. Carl . Yes ; just as you waked me , I was deputy post- master of the village , and from my house window I saw myself riding in a one - horse chaise to a smoking dinner at the ...
... Carl . Ah ! what a pity ! [ Sighing . Rons . What a pity ?. Carl . Yes ; just as you waked me , I was deputy post- master of the village , and from my house window I saw myself riding in a one - horse chaise to a smoking dinner at the ...
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... Carl . Very well ; but then I'll never write that to her . Rons . You won't ? [ Sternly . ] What ! you won't ? Carl . I didn't say I wouldn't write - no I will write ; -but then I'll phrase in another sort of a way - I'm willing to tell ...
... Carl . Very well ; but then I'll never write that to her . Rons . You won't ? [ Sternly . ] What ! you won't ? Carl . I didn't say I wouldn't write - no I will write ; -but then I'll phrase in another sort of a way - I'm willing to tell ...
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