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 9
... Rons . [ Entering . ] March on to the barracks , com- rades ! I shall halt here . I've an acquaintauce in these quarters . [ Comes down to BRANDT . ] Where's the land- lord , waiter ? Why don't he run out to catch customers , as every ...
... Rons . [ Entering . ] March on to the barracks , com- rades ! I shall halt here . I've an acquaintauce in these quarters . [ Comes down to BRANDT . ] Where's the land- lord , waiter ? Why don't he run out to catch customers , as every ...
Pàgina 10
... Rons . What the devil more would you have ? A soldier and a countryman should be a passport any where . Quick step ... Rons . Ay , come at last . " Twas almost time . [ Turns . ] I say , land- [ starting . ] Christine ! Chris . [ Running ...
... Rons . What the devil more would you have ? A soldier and a countryman should be a passport any where . Quick step ... Rons . Ay , come at last . " Twas almost time . [ Turns . ] I say , land- [ starting . ] Christine ! Chris . [ Running ...
Pàgina 11
... Rons . Two hours , at most - only to take breath . Then buckle on your knapsacks , shoulder your muskets , and away ! We soldiers are obliged to forget our friendships at the roll of the drum , and to force as much love as we can into ...
... Rons . Two hours , at most - only to take breath . Then buckle on your knapsacks , shoulder your muskets , and away ! We soldiers are obliged to forget our friendships at the roll of the drum , and to force as much love as we can into ...
Pàgina 12
... Rons . Right ! right ! [ Exultingly , then turns and drinks . ] I knew that hussar was an honest dog ! Chris . Hey ! What hussar ? Who told you his uniform ? Rons . [ Embarrassed . ] Didn't you yourself ? Chris . Not I. I said a soldier ...
... Rons . Right ! right ! [ Exultingly , then turns and drinks . ] I knew that hussar was an honest dog ! Chris . Hey ! What hussar ? Who told you his uniform ? Rons . [ Embarrassed . ] Didn't you yourself ? Chris . Not I. I said a soldier ...
Pàgina 13
... Rons . Hey ? What ? don't you love me , then ? Chris . Why - why- Rons . Do you love me ? Yes , or no ? Chris . Pray - in mercy - Mr.- Rons . " Mr. Mr .'- Comé , I hate beating about " the bush . " It's a plain question . Answer in one ...
... Rons . Hey ? What ? don't you love me , then ? Chris . Why - why- Rons . Do you love me ? Yes , or no ? Chris . Pray - in mercy - Mr.- Rons . " Mr. Mr .'- Comé , I hate beating about " the bush . " It's a plain question . Answer in one ...
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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...