Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays, 28. köideand under the direction of George Cawthorn, British Library, Strand, 1797 |
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... Heaven , that but once was prodigal before , To Shakspeare gave as much ; she could not give him more . • Maintain your post ; that's all the fame you need ; For ' t is impossible you should proceed . Already I am worn with cares and ...
... Heaven , that but once was prodigal before , To Shakspeare gave as much ; she could not give him more . • Maintain your post ; that's all the fame you need ; For ' t is impossible you should proceed . Already I am worn with cares and ...
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... d all in danger been , Were each to suffer for his mother's sin : But by my troth I cannot avoid thinking , How nearly some good men might have ' scap'd sinking . But , Heaven be prais'd , this custom is confin'd PROLOGUE. ...
... d all in danger been , Were each to suffer for his mother's sin : But by my troth I cannot avoid thinking , How nearly some good men might have ' scap'd sinking . But , Heaven be prais'd , this custom is confin'd PROLOGUE. ...
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Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays John Bell. But , Heaven be prais'd , this custom is confin'd Alone to th offspring of the muses kind : Our christian cuckholds are more bent to pity ; I know not one Moor - husband in the ...
Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays John Bell. But , Heaven be prais'd , this custom is confin'd Alone to th offspring of the muses kind : Our christian cuckholds are more bent to pity ; I know not one Moor - husband in the ...
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... heaven , no ; I am your slave , the slave of all your pleasures ; and will not rest ' till I have given you peace , would you suffer me . L. T. Oh , Maskwell , in vain do I disguise me from thee , thou knowest me , knowest the very in ...
... heaven , no ; I am your slave , the slave of all your pleasures ; and will not rest ' till I have given you peace , would you suffer me . L. T. Oh , Maskwell , in vain do I disguise me from thee , thou knowest me , knowest the very in ...
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... heavens , madam- Lady F. More wit than any body . Brisk . I am everlastingly your humble servant , deuce take me , madam . Ld . F. Don't you think us a happy couple ? Cyn . I vow , my lord , I think you the happiest couple in the world ...
... heavens , madam- Lady F. More wit than any body . Brisk . I am everlastingly your humble servant , deuce take me , madam . Ld . F. Don't you think us a happy couple ? Cyn . I vow , my lord , I think you the happiest couple in the world ...
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Page 43 - I know love is powerful, and nobody can help his passion. 'Tis not your fault; nor, I swear, it is not mine. How can I help it, if I have charms? And how can you help it, if you are made a captive? I swear it is pity it should be a fault. But my honour, — well, but your honour, too — but the sin! — well, but the necessity — O Lord, here's somebody coming, I dare not stay.
Page 10 - Though with some short parenthesis between, High on the throne of wit, and seated there. Not mine — that's little — but thy laurel wear. Thy first attempt an early promise made: That early promise this has more than paid. So bold, yet so judiciously you dare, That your least praise is to be regular.
Page 11 - I live a rent-charge on his providence: But you, whom every muse and grace adorn, Whom I foresee to better fortune born, Be kind to my remains; and oh defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend! Let not the insulting foe my fame pursue; But shade those laurels which descend to you: And take for tribute what these lines express; You merit more; nor could my love do less.
Page 66 - Ay, charioteer does better. Into the dairy he descends, And there his whipping and his driving ends; There he's secure from danger of a bilk, His fare is paid him, and he sets in milk. For Susan you know, is Thetis, and so BRISK. Incomparable well and proper, egad — but I have one exception to make — don't you think bilk — (I know it's good rhyme) — but don't you think BILK and FARE too like a hackney coachman?
Page 65 - Then, I don't say the sun shines all the day, but that he peeps now and then ; yet he does shine all the day too, you know, though we don't see him.
Page 19 - I saw her melted into tears and hushed into a sigh. It was long before either of us spoke, passion had tied her tongue, and amazement mine. In short, the consequence was thus: she omitted nothing that the most violent love could urge or tender words express, which when she saw had no effect, but still I pleaded honour and nearness of blood to my uncle, then came the storm...
Page 7 - ... her fondness and impatience of his absence by choosing a lover as like him as she can, and what is unlike she may help out with her own fancy.
Page 10 - So much the sweetness of your manners move, We cannot envy you, because we love. Fabius might joy in Scipio, when he saw A beardless Consul made against the law, And join his suffrage to the votes of Rome, Though he with Hannibal was overcome.
Page 38 - Tis my honour that is concerned, and the violation was intended to me. Your honour! You have none but what is in my keeping, and I can dispose of it when I please: therefore don't provoke me.
Page 57 - BARNABY.] and, in the mean time, I will reason with myself Tell me, Isaac, why art thee jealous ? Why art thee distrustful of the wife of thy bosom ? — Because she is young and vigorous, and I am old and impotent — Then why didst thee marry, Isaac ? — Because she. was beautiful and tempting, and because I was obstinate and doting ; so that my inclination was, and is still, greater than my power And will not that which tempted thee also tempt others, who will tempt her, Isaac?