British Theatre Comprising Tragedies, Comedies, Operas, and Farces, from the Most Classic Writers, with Biography, Critical Account and Explanatory Notes: Complete in One VolumeFleischer, 1831 - 908 pages |
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... matter Whose chance it prove ; but let's not quarrel for't . Pol . You would not wed Monimia , would you ? Cas . Wed her ! No - were she all desire could wish , as fair As would the vainest of her sex be thought , With wealth beyond ...
... matter Whose chance it prove ; but let's not quarrel for't . Pol . You would not wed Monimia , would you ? Cas . Wed her ! No - were she all desire could wish , as fair As would the vainest of her sex be thought , With wealth beyond ...
Page 136
... matter ; And would enjoin thee , Polydore- Pol . To what ? Cas . To leave this peevish beauty to herself . Pol . What , quit my love ? as soon I'd quit my post In fight , and like a coward run away . No , by my stars , I'll chase her ...
... matter ; And would enjoin thee , Polydore- Pol . To what ? Cas . To leave this peevish beauty to herself . Pol . What , quit my love ? as soon I'd quit my post In fight , and like a coward run away . No , by my stars , I'll chase her ...
Page 139
... matter Whose chance it prove ; but let's not quarrel for't . Pol . You would not wed Monimia , would you ? Cas . Wed her ! No - were she all desire could wish , as fair As would the vainest of her sex be thought , With wealth beyond ...
... matter Whose chance it prove ; but let's not quarrel for't . Pol . You would not wed Monimia , would you ? Cas . Wed her ! No - were she all desire could wish , as fair As would the vainest of her sex be thought , With wealth beyond ...
Page 139
... matter ; And would enjoin thee , Polydore- Pol . To what ? Cas . To leave this peevish beauty to herself . Pol . What , quit my love ? as soon I'd quit my post In fight , and like a coward run away . No , by my stars , I'll chase her ...
... matter ; And would enjoin thee , Polydore- Pol . To what ? Cas . To leave this peevish beauty to herself . Pol . What , quit my love ? as soon I'd quit my post In fight , and like a coward run away . No , by my stars , I'll chase her ...
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... matter ; And would enjoin thee , Polydore- Pol . To what ? Command , whate'er's your pleasure I'll observe ; Be it to run , or watch , or to convey A letter to a beauteous lady's bosom ; At least , I am not dull , and soon should learn ...
... matter ; And would enjoin thee , Polydore- Pol . To what ? Command , whate'er's your pleasure I'll observe ; Be it to run , or watch , or to convey A letter to a beauteous lady's bosom ; At least , I am not dull , and soon should learn ...
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Page 99 - They told me, by the sentence of the law, They had commission to seize all thy fortune ; Nay more, Priuli's cruel hand had sign'd it. Here stood a ruffian with a horrid face, Lording it o'er a pile of massy plate, Tumbled into a heap for public sale. There was another making villanous jests At thy undoing. He had ta'en possession Of all thy ancient most domestic ornaments : Rich hangings intermix'd and wrought with gold...
Page 4 - Coarse are his meals, the fortune of the chase, amidst the running stream he slakes his thirst, toils all the day, and at the approach of night on the first friendly bank he throws him down, or rests his head upon a rock till morn: then rises fresh, pursues his wonted game, and if the following day he chance to find a new repast, or an untasted spring, blesses his stars, and thinks it luxury.
Page 293 - Weary of her, I am and shall be. No, there's no end of that. No, no, that were too much to hope. Thus far concerning my repose. Now for my reputation. As to my own, I married not for it, so that's out of the question, and as to my part in my wife's Why, she had parted with hers before, so bringing none to me, she can take none from me.
Page 100 - Ohy 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 294 - I'll give the first impression on a couch. — I won't lie neither, but loll and lean upon one elbow: with one foot a little dangling off, jogging in a thoughtful way — yes — and then as soon as he appears, start, ay, start and be surprised, and rise to meet him in a pretty disorder — yes — O, nothing is more alluring than a levee from a couch, in some confusion: — it shows the foot to advantage, and furnishes with blushes, and recomposing airs beyond comparison.
Page 389 - And am I to blame? The poor boy. was always too sickly to do any good. A school would be his death. When he comes to be a little stronger, who knows what a year or two's Latin may do for him ? HARD. Latin for him ! A cat and fiddle.
Page 302 - I have offered to so good a lady, with a sincere remorse, and a hearty contrition, can but obtain the least glance of compassion, I am too happy. — Ah, madam, there was a time! — but let it be forgotten — I confess I have deservedly forfeited the high place I once held of sighing at your feet. Nay, kill me not, by turning from me in disdain.
Page 155 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
Page 288 - No, I'll give you your revenge another time, when you are not so indifferent ; you are thinking of something else now, and play too negligently; the coldness of a losing gamester lessens the pleasure of the winner. I'd no more play with a man that slighted his ill fortune, than I'd make love to a woman who undervalued the loss of her reputation.
Page 300 - I would retire to deserts and solitudes, and feed harmless sheep by groves and purling streams. Dear Marwood, let us leave the world, and retire by ourselves and be shepherdesses.