The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...Mrs. Inchbald Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... Bear him away . What is thy name , young man ? Orl . Orlando , my liege : the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys . Duke . I would thou hadst been son to some man else ! The world esteem'd thy father honourable , But I did find him ...
... Bear him away . What is thy name , young man ? Orl . Orlando , my liege : the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys . Duke . I would thou hadst been son to some man else ! The world esteem'd thy father honourable , But I did find him ...
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... bear with me ! If with myself I hold intelligence , Or have acquaintance with my own desires ; If that I do not dream , or be not frantic ( As I do trust I am not ) , then , dear uncle , Never , so much as in a thought unborn , Did I ...
... bear with me ! If with myself I hold intelligence , Or have acquaintance with my own desires ; If that I do not dream , or be not frantic ( As I do trust I am not ) , then , dear uncle , Never , so much as in a thought unborn , Did I ...
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... bear with us : For , by this heaven , now at our sorrows pale , Say what thou canst , I'll go along with thee ! Ros . Why , whither shall we go ? Cel . To seek my uncle , in the forest of Arden . Ros . Alas , what danger will it be to ...
... bear with us : For , by this heaven , now at our sorrows pale , Say what thou canst , I'll go along with thee ! Ros . Why , whither shall we go ? Cel . To seek my uncle , in the forest of Arden . Ros . Alas , what danger will it be to ...
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... bears it ! Orl . Why , what's the matter ? Adum . Oh , unhappy youth ! Come not within these doors ; within this roof , The enemy of all your graces lives : Your brother Hath heard your praises ; and this night , he means To burn the ...
... bears it ! Orl . Why , what's the matter ? Adum . Oh , unhappy youth ! Come not within these doors ; within this roof , The enemy of all your graces lives : Your brother Hath heard your praises ; and this night , he means To burn the ...
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... bear with me ; I can go no fur- ther . Touch . For my part I had rather bear with you , than bear you ; yet I should bear no cross , if I did bear you ; for , I think you have no money in your purse . Ros . Well , this is the forest of ...
... bear with me ; I can go no fur- ther . Touch . For my part I had rather bear with you , than bear you ; yet I should bear no cross , if I did bear you ; for , I think you have no money in your purse . Ros . Well , this is the forest of ...
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Page 53 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Page 37 - twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 55 - He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading: Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Page 53 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 39 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 26 - When service should in my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown; Take that: and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold ; All this I give you: Let me be your servant; Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but...
Page 48 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 52 - O my lord ! Must I then leave you ? must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord ! — The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Page 31 - I'll begin it, - Ding, dong, bell, Ding, dong, bell. From As You Like It Under the Greenwood Tree Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Page 40 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp, As friend remembered not.