The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Convent Gardin, Haymarket, and Lyceum, Volum 6Mrs. Inchbald Hurst, Robinson, 1824 |
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Resultats 1 - 5 de 76.
Pągina 5
... tell his mother , " & c . Whoever Cloten was , or whatever ill he might threaten , yet , for the author to make this youthful forester lay his foolish enemy dead at his feet , and then be facetious over the horrid act , was sinking him ...
... tell his mother , " & c . Whoever Cloten was , or whatever ill he might threaten , yet , for the author to make this youthful forester lay his foolish enemy dead at his feet , and then be facetious over the horrid act , was sinking him ...
Pągina 8
... graver , A child that guided dotards . Mad . I honour him Even out of your report . But , ' pray you , tell me , Is she sole child to the king ? Pisanio . His only child . He had two sons ( if this be worth your CYMBELINE . [ ACT I.
... graver , A child that guided dotards . Mad . I honour him Even out of your report . But , ' pray you , tell me , Is she sole child to the king ? Pisanio . His only child . He had two sons ( if this be worth your CYMBELINE . [ ACT I.
Pągina 13
... tell him , How I would think on him , at certain hours , Such thoughts , and such ; or I could make him swear The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest , and his honour ; or have charged him , At the sixth hour of morn , at noon ...
... tell him , How I would think on him , at certain hours , Such thoughts , and such ; or I could make him swear The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest , and his honour ; or have charged him , At the sixth hour of morn , at noon ...
Pągina 15
... tell thee , on the instant , thou art then As great as is thy master : greater ; for His fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp : What shalt thou expect , To be depender on a thing that leans ? Who cannot be new ...
... tell thee , on the instant , thou art then As great as is thy master : greater ; for His fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp : What shalt thou expect , To be depender on a thing that leans ? Who cannot be new ...
Pągina 46
... tell me How far ' tis thither . If one of mean affairs May plod it in a week , why may not I Glide thither in a day ? -Then , true Pisanio , How far is it To this same blessed Milford ? How may we steal from hence ? I pr'ythee , speak ...
... tell me How far ' tis thither . If one of mean affairs May plod it in a week , why may not I Glide thither in a day ? -Then , true Pisanio , How far is it To this same blessed Milford ? How may we steal from hence ? I pr'ythee , speak ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
ARVIRAGUS Aufidius bear beseech better blood Brutus Cęs Cęsar call'd cardinal Casca Cassius Cham Cloten COMINIUS Cord Cordelia Coriolanus Cran Crom Cromwell CYMBELINE daughter death Decius dost doth Drums duke Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear give Glost GLOSTER gods grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart Heaven honour Iach IACHIMO Imog Imogen Julius Cęsar Kent KING LEAR lady leave LICTORS live LOCRINE look lord LUCIUS madam Mark Antony master MENENIUS METELLUS never night noble on't pardon peace PINDARUS Pisanio poor Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray Queen Regan revenge Roman Rome SCENE SOLDIERS speak stand sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast TITINIUS traitor Trebonius Trumpets twas villain voice Volscians weep WOLSEY word
Passatges populars
Pągina 41 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Pągina 36 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Pągina 27 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Pągina 1 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Pągina 70 - Let me have men about me that are fat ; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights. Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much : such men are dangerous.
Pągina 24 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Pągina 26 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.
Pągina 26 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him...
Pągina 30 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
Pągina 26 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.