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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... present to each other , the stoic , by becoming insensible to both , may be equable , but never can be happy . Whether this be an enviable state of ex- istence - whether it be nobler to look down upon the good and evil of life with ...
... present to each other , the stoic , by becoming insensible to both , may be equable , but never can be happy . Whether this be an enviable state of ex- istence - whether it be nobler to look down upon the good and evil of life with ...
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... present themselves , No particle of food shall pass these lips , Till , in the void of nature , hungry madness With blank oblivion entering , shall confound And cancel all perception . [ Exit TULLIA , guarded , R Enter TITUS , L. , who ...
... present themselves , No particle of food shall pass these lips , Till , in the void of nature , hungry madness With blank oblivion entering , shall confound And cancel all perception . [ Exit TULLIA , guarded , R Enter TITUS , L. , who ...
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... present His awful form- [ She rushes forward . The PRIESTESS and VEstals , in confusion and alarm , spring to the bar , which , falling with a crash , the door flies open , and dis- covers a monumental figure of SERVIUS TULLIUS , with ...
... present His awful form- [ She rushes forward . The PRIESTESS and VEstals , in confusion and alarm , spring to the bar , which , falling with a crash , the door flies open , and dis- covers a monumental figure of SERVIUS TULLIUS , with ...
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... present death , ye powers ! Cent . What have I done ! -Art thou the son of Brutus ? Ti . No - Brutus scorns to father such a son ! Oh , venerable judge , wilt thou not speak ? Turn not away ; hither direct thine eyes , And look upon ...
... present death , ye powers ! Cent . What have I done ! -Art thou the son of Brutus ? Ti . No - Brutus scorns to father such a son ! Oh , venerable judge , wilt thou not speak ? Turn not away ; hither direct thine eyes , And look upon ...
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... present passion , By these unmanly tears , these earthquakes here , These sighs that strain the very strings of life , - Let these convince you that no other cause Could force a father thus to wrong his nature Ti . Oh , hold , thou ...
... present passion , By these unmanly tears , these earthquakes here , These sighs that strain the very strings of life , - Let these convince you that no other cause Could force a father thus to wrong his nature Ti . Oh , hold , thou ...
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ALI PACHA Alibi Aman Amanthis blood brother Brutus Carl CARLITZ Chris Christine Collatia Collatinus comes CONSTABLE of FRANCE Count dare dear death devil doth dress Duke Enter SIR EXETER Exeunt Exit eyes FABIAN faith father fear fellow Fluellen fool France gentleman give GLOSTER gods hand Harfleur Hass HASSAN hast hath hear heart Heaven Helena honour Illyria Ismail Junius king lady leave letter LICTORS live look lord Lucretia LUDGATE HILL madam majesty Malvolio March Marchioness Marquis marry MONTJOY Mouctar never night Olivia Pacha PATRICK MAGUIRE Pist Pistol poor pray revenge Rome Rons Ronslaus SCENE Selim SIR ANDREW Sir Toby soldier Somno Sophia soul speak Susan sword Talathon Tarquin Tarquinia tell THEATRES ROYAL thee there's Thomas Titus Tullia VALERIUS Zeno Zenocles Zounds
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Стр. 38 - Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Стр. 36 - 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-fallen, quite taint their wit.
Стр. 8 - 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. 38 - 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. 5 - List his discourse of war, and you shall hear A fearful battle render'd you in music : Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter...
Стр. 21 - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Halloo your name to the reverberate hills And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out 'Olivia!
Стр. 20 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child ; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Стр. 11 - 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. 29 - 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. 38 - 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.' Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day...