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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... husband's occasion , let her never nurse her child herself , for she will breed it like a fool ! Orl . For these two hours , Rosalind , I will leave thee . Ros . Alas , dear love , I cannot lack thee two hours ! Orl . I must attend the ...
... husband's occasion , let her never nurse her child herself , for she will breed it like a fool ! Orl . For these two hours , Rosalind , I will leave thee . Ros . Alas , dear love , I cannot lack thee two hours ! Orl . I must attend the ...
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... husband , if you be not he : [ TO ORLANDO . Nor ne'er wed woman , if you be not she . [ TO PHÅÂÅ . Hym . Whiles a wedlock hymn we sing , Feed yourselves with questioning . Duke . Oh , my dear niece , welcome thou art to me ; Even ...
... husband , if you be not he : [ TO ORLANDO . Nor ne'er wed woman , if you be not she . [ TO PHÅÂÅ . Hym . Whiles a wedlock hymn we sing , Feed yourselves with questioning . Duke . Oh , my dear niece , welcome thou art to me ; Even ...
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... husband's purse ; she hath a legion of angels . Nym . The humour rises ; it is good humour me the angels . Fal . I have writ me here a letter to her : and here another to Page's wife ; who even now gave me good eyes too , examin'd my ...
... husband's purse ; she hath a legion of angels . Nym . The humour rises ; it is good humour me the angels . Fal . I have writ me here a letter to her : and here another to Page's wife ; who even now gave me good eyes too , examin'd my ...
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... husband saw this letter ! it would give eternal food to his jealousy . Mrs. Page . Why , look , where he comes ; and my good man too : he's as far from jealousy , as I am from giving him cause . Mrs. Ford . You are the happier woman ...
... husband saw this letter ! it would give eternal food to his jealousy . Mrs. Page . Why , look , where he comes ; and my good man too : he's as far from jealousy , as I am from giving him cause . Mrs. Ford . You are the happier woman ...
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... husband will be absence from his house between ten and eleven . Fal . Ten and eleven ? Quick . Ay , forsooth ; and then you may come and see the picture , she says , that you wot of ; -Master Ford , her husband , will be from home ...
... husband will be absence from his house between ten and eleven . Fal . Ten and eleven ? Quick . Ay , forsooth ; and then you may come and see the picture , she says , that you wot of ; -Master Ford , her husband , will be from home ...
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ANTIGONUS APPARITORS AUTOLYCUS bear beseech better Bohemia brother Caius Camillo cardinal Cham Claud Claudio CLEOMENES Clown Corin court Crom Cromwell daughter death doth Duke Enter Esca ESCALUS Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father Fenton fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hast hath hear heart Heaven Hermione Herne the hunter hither honest honour Host husband i'the Jaques king lady Leon LEONTES look Lord Angelo lord chamberlain Lucio maid marry Master Brook Master Doctor Mistress Anne Mistress Ford never noble Oliv Orlando pardon PAULINA Phebe PHOCION Polixenes Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Prov PROVOST queen Quick Rosalind SCENE Shal Shep shepherd Sicilia Sir Henry Guildford Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Thomas Lovel Slen speak sweet tell thank thee there's thing thou art TIPSTAVES wife woman
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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.