Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical : Printed from the Acting Copies, as Performed at the Theatres-royal, London, Volum 11John Cumberland, 1826 |
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Pàgina 15
... 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 ...
Pàgina 16
... 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 ...
Pàgina 17
... 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 ...
Pàgina 18
... 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 ...
Pàgina 19
... 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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Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...