The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - English drama

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Page 58 - Oh woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you ! Angels are painted fair to look like you : There's in you all, that we believe of" heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Page 8 - When the chace of day is done. And the shaggy lion's skin, Which for us, our warriors win, Decks our cells at set of sun; Worn with toil, with sleep opprest, I press my mossy bed, and sink to rest. Then, once more, I see our train, With all our...
Page 47 - Oh, as well as I do my own. But let's understand one another. You may trust me, now you've gone so far. You are acquainted with his character, no doubt, to a hair? Inkle. I am — I see we shall understand each other. You know him too, I see, as well as I. — A very touchy, testy, hot old fellow. Sir Chr.
Page 34 - ... studied so long in Threadneedle-street, blotted out by the blacks you have been living with. Trudge. No such thing; I practised my politeness all the while I was in the woods. Our very lodging taught me good manners; for I could never bring myself to go into it without bowing. Patty. Don't tell me! A mighty civil reception you give a body, truly, after a six weeks parting. Trudge. Gad, you're right; I am a little out here, to be sure. [Kisses her.} Well, how do you do? Patty. Pshaw, fellow! I...
Page 9 - Count. Damnation! Offi. Near the cloister, From whence, by the flat door's descent, a passage Beneath the ground leads onward to the convent, We heard the echo of a falling weight, And sought it by the sound. Count. Well, and what then? Offi. The unsettled dust left us no room to doubt The door had just been rais'd. Count. She has escap'd, And by confed'racy : to force that bar, Without more aid, had baffled twice her strength. Go on. Offi. We enter'd ; with resistance bold.
Page 28 - So much the better. Foibles, quotha ? foibles are foils that give additional lustre to the gems of virtue. You have not so many foils as I, perhaps. Med. And what's more, I don't want 'em, Sir Christopher, I thank you. Sir Chr. Very true ; for the devil a gem have you to set off with 'em.
Page 9 - My cave must conceal you: none enter it, since my father was slain in battle. I will bring you food by day, then lead you to our unfrequented groves by moonlight, to listen to the nightingale. If you should sleep, I'll watch you, and awake you when there's danger. Inkle. Generous maid! Then, to you will I owe my life; and whilst it lasts, nothing shall part us.
Page 21 - I'll take it down, and blend it with the incident, and you shall be gratified one day or other with seeing the whole on the stage. — ' The mind that too frequently forgives bad actions, will at last forget good ones.
Page 21 - Remember when we walked alone And heard, so gruff, the lion growl, And when the moon so bright it shone, We saw the wolf look up and howl; I led you well, safe to our cell, While tremblingly You said to me — And kiss'd so sweet: dear Wowski, tell, How could I live without ye? But now you come across the sea And tell me here no monsters roar; You'll walk alone, and leave poor me, When wolves, to fright you, howl no more.
Page 3 - Not in a match of this kind. Why, it's a table of interest from beginning to end, old Medium. Med. Well, well, this is no time to talk. Who knows but, instead of sailing to a wedding, we may get cut up, here, for a wedding dinner: tossed up for a dingy duke, perhaps, or stewed down for a black baronet, or eat raw by an inky commoner ? Inkle. Why sure you ar'n't afraid ? Med. Who, I afraid ? Ha ! ha ! ha ! No, not I ! What the deuce should I be afraid of? Thank Heaven, I have a clear conscience, and...

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