Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, Volumen11George Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1826 |
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... Aman- this herself . Duke . And pray , how do you know her hand from the duenna's ? Sev . By the number of letters she writes to my lord , and of which I have the charge . [ He gives the paper to the DUKE . Duke . And what can they be ...
... Aman- this herself . Duke . And pray , how do you know her hand from the duenna's ? Sev . By the number of letters she writes to my lord , and of which I have the charge . [ He gives the paper to the DUKE . Duke . And what can they be ...
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... Aman . Why will you take me from my retreat ? Did not you say I should stay here as long as I was pleased with it ... Aman . I know not whether I shall give delight , but I am sure I shall not be delighted myself . Mar. Why not ? Aman ...
... Aman . Why will you take me from my retreat ? Did not you say I should stay here as long as I was pleased with it ... Aman . I know not whether I shall give delight , but I am sure I shall not be delighted myself . Mar. Why not ? Aman ...
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... Aman . My friend ? that is the name you bid me call you by . No , I cannot promise to call her friend ; one friend is enough for me . [ Taking his hand . Mar. You will see here , also , a young man called Count Valantia . Aman . A young ...
... Aman . My friend ? that is the name you bid me call you by . No , I cannot promise to call her friend ; one friend is enough for me . [ Taking his hand . Mar. You will see here , also , a young man called Count Valantia . Aman . A young ...
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... Aman . That the poor man is mad ; and yet it is a kind of madness I never heard of before . [ Reading part of the letter . ] There is no retreat into which love cannot penetrate . ' What does he mean by love ? he has left out a word ...
... Aman . That the poor man is mad ; and yet it is a kind of madness I never heard of before . [ Reading part of the letter . ] There is no retreat into which love cannot penetrate . ' What does he mean by love ? he has left out a word ...
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... Aman . I hear no one : but if it is your desire , I will leave you . [ Exit . Mar. With what difficulty have I restrained myself from falling at her feet , and unfolding ( in a language of which she is ignorant ) the secret transports ...
... Aman . I hear no one : but if it is your desire , I will leave you . [ Exit . Mar. With what difficulty have I restrained myself from falling at her feet , and unfolding ( in a language of which she is ignorant ) the secret transports ...
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Página 24 - 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...
Página 17 - 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.
Página 26 - Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Página 8 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...
Página 22 - Not to-day, O Lord, O, not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown ! I Richard's body have interred new ; And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, Than from it issued forced drops of blood. Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, Who twice...
Página 62 - 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...
Página 24 - He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, 70 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-fall'n, quite taint their wit.
Página 24 - That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd — the feast of Crispian ; He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He, that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends, And say — 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.
Página 27 - 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.
Página 24 - This day is call'd the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say, 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.