Alexander's Modern Acting Drama: Consisting of the Most Popular Plays Produced at the Philadelphia Theatres and Elsewhere, Volume 4Carey & Hart, 1835 |
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... honour ? The tide's running up . Pluto . No , not to night . But tell me , Charon , say , Have you brought over a fair dame to - day ? Charon . Oh yes , your honour ; ' twas a fiddler's wife : A very pretty soul , upon my life ! Pluto ...
... honour ? The tide's running up . Pluto . No , not to night . But tell me , Charon , say , Have you brought over a fair dame to - day ? Charon . Oh yes , your honour ; ' twas a fiddler's wife : A very pretty soul , upon my life ! Pluto ...
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... honour ; here are the old stairs . Orpheus . A boat , there , Charon . Charon . Sculls or oars ? Orpheus . Who cares ? Your skulls are thickest - there's less fear of breaking . Cerberus . Is he so soon our gloomy realms forsak- ing ...
... honour ; here are the old stairs . Orpheus . A boat , there , Charon . Charon . Sculls or oars ? Orpheus . Who cares ? Your skulls are thickest - there's less fear of breaking . Cerberus . Is he so soon our gloomy realms forsak- ing ...
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... honour , don't for- get poor Jack . ( PLUTO kisses EURYDICE . ) Orpheus . Eh ! what was that ? I heard an amorous smack . Eurydice ! ( Turning quickly . ) Pluto . Hurra ! he has look'd back ! Forward , my Furies ! do your work , ye ...
... honour , don't for- get poor Jack . ( PLUTO kisses EURYDICE . ) Orpheus . Eh ! what was that ? I heard an amorous smack . Eurydice ! ( Turning quickly . ) Pluto . Hurra ! he has look'd back ! Forward , my Furies ! do your work , ye ...
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... honour . Pluto . Why , I suppose I must , Sol , if you press it : Not that I'm much averse to't , I confess it- For , to speak truth , she does make such a riot Below , the very Fates can't work in quiet . But what will Jove say if I ...
... honour . Pluto . Why , I suppose I must , Sol , if you press it : Not that I'm much averse to't , I confess it- For , to speak truth , she does make such a riot Below , the very Fates can't work in quiet . But what will Jove say if I ...
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... honour alone , which has hitherto restrained me ; but , with this day , I trust all my embarrassments will end . Isn't Colonel Oswald a passenger in the Lady Clive ? Capt . Dor . What , the brave and excellent Oswald ? Yes , the boat ...
... honour alone , which has hitherto restrained me ; but , with this day , I trust all my embarrassments will end . Isn't Colonel Oswald a passenger in the Lady Clive ? Capt . Dor . What , the brave and excellent Oswald ? Yes , the boat ...
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Anne ANNE HATHAWAY Arden Beatrix Beau Beauchamp better Capt Cauli Cerberus Charon Colonel Count G cousin dare daughter dear devil Dick Mil doctor Dorrington Enter Eurydice Exeunt Exit fate father Felipa fellow fortune Frank George girl Governor Grif GRIFFON Gulnare hand happy Harry hear heard heart heaven honour hope Julian Lady Clara LADY SCRAGGS look Lord List Lord Listless Louise madam married matter Michael Minos Mirza Miss Chat Miss Chatterall Miss Mandeville Modish Montague morning never Ormond Orpheus Oswald pardon Pequillo Pluto pon my soul poor Poplin pray Rivers Rosa Rosalind Salamanca Sally SCENE servant Shakspeare Sir Mat SIR MATTHEW SCRAGGS Slip-slop speak Squeez'em sure Tancred tell thee there's thing thou to-morrow Tragala Valarino Victorine Villa Verde Walsingham what's wife young Zorayda Zounds
Popular passages
Page 7 - But soon, too soon, the lover turns his eyes ; Again she falls, again she dies...
Page 85 - It is most true ; true, I have married her : The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Page 118 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 8 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
Page 125 - And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you at your sick service had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love And call it cunning : do, an if you will: If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why then you must.
Page 126 - This royal infant (Heaven still move about her!) Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand , thousand blessings , Which time shall bring to ripeness : she shall be (But few now living can behold that goodness) A pattern to all princes living with her, And all that shall succeed.
Page 15 - If mortals who cannot exist upon air Could see us at dinner, ye gods, how they'd stare ; See us hydrogen quaff and on oxygen fare, Singing, ' Oh, the roast beef of Olympus, And oh, the Olympic roast beef.
Page 126 - Shakspeare, that, take him for all in all, we shall not look upon his like again.
Page 103 - And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead; Go to thy death-bed, He never will come again. His beard was as white as snow All flaxen was his poll, He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan: God ha
Page 124 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both! If it be you that stir these daughters...