The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...Mrs. Inchbald Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... thing : I have years on my back , forty - eight . Lear . Thy name ? Kent . Caius . Lear . Follow me ; thou shalt serve me . Enter OSWALD singing , and passing KING LEAR Now , sir ? carelessly . Osw . Sir . Tol de rol , & c . [ Exit ...
... thing : I have years on my back , forty - eight . Lear . Thy name ? Kent . Caius . Lear . Follow me ; thou shalt serve me . Enter OSWALD singing , and passing KING LEAR Now , sir ? carelessly . Osw . Sir . Tol de rol , & c . [ Exit ...
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... thing but a composition of knave , beggar , coward , pander , - Osw . What a monstrous fellow art thou , to rail at one that is neither known of thee , nor knows thee ! Kent . Impudent slave ! not know me , who but two days since ...
... thing but a composition of knave , beggar , coward , pander , - Osw . What a monstrous fellow art thou , to rail at one that is neither known of thee , nor knows thee ! Kent . Impudent slave ! not know me , who but two days since ...
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... things , - What they are , yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth . - You think I'll weep ; No , I'll not weep : -- I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws , Or ere I ...
... things , - What they are , yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth . - You think I'll weep ; No , I'll not weep : -- I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws , Or ere I ...
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... things , that love night , Love not such nights as this ; these wrathful skies Gallow the very wanderers of the dark , And make them keep their caves : such drenching rain , Such sheets of fire , such claps of horrid thunder , Such ...
... things , that love night , Love not such nights as this ; these wrathful skies Gallow the very wanderers of the dark , And make them keep their caves : such drenching rain , Such sheets of fire , such claps of horrid thunder , Such ...
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... thing to poor Tom , whom the foul fiend has led through fire and through flame , through bushes and bogs ? that has laid knives under his pillow , and halters in his pew ; that has made him proud of heart to ride on a bay trotting horse ...
... thing to poor Tom , whom the foul fiend has led through fire and through flame , through bushes and bogs ? that has laid knives under his pillow , and halters in his pew ; that has made him proud of heart to ride on a bay trotting horse ...
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Стр. 32 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Стр. 2 - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roar'd ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried,
Стр. 33 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying...
Стр. 14 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch ' With his surcease success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Стр. 18 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.
Стр. 3 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Стр. 4 - Things that do sound so fair? — 1' the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show ? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal ; to me you speak not ; If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, (1) A man forbid, — one under a curse, accursed. Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours nor your hate.
Стр. 18 - I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Стр. 16 - When Duncan is asleep, (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassel so convince, That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only : When in swinish sleep Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, What cannot you and I perform upon Th' unguarded Duncan ? what not put upon.
Стр. 13 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting. martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, The air is delicate.