The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Convent Gardin, Haymarket, and Lyceum, Svazek 20

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Mrs. Inchbald
Hurst, Robinson, 1824

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Strana 61 - In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling !—'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life,
Strana 12 - disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies; and what's his reason ? I am a Jew : hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed
Strana 56 - come hither, come hither ; Here shall ye see No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither i Here shall he see No enemy, But
Strana 16 - In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil ? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament ? Thus ornament is but the
Strana 13 - never fell upon our nation till now; I never felt it till now :—two thousand ducats in that; and other precious, precious jewels.—I would my daughter were dead at my foot, and the jewels in her car ! 'would she were hears'd at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin! No news of
Strana 57 - Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone—Look you, who comes here; a young man, and an old, in solemn talk. Enter CORIN and
Strana 41 - the power you have. Lucia. Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt: Go to Lord Angelo, And let him learn to know, when maidens sue, Men give like gods ; but when they weep and kneel, All their petitions are as freely theirs As they themselves would owe them. Isa.
Strana 63 - with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eye-brow : Then, a soldier; pull of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth: And
Strana 3 - Orl. And why not the swift foot of time ? had not that been as proper ? Ros. By no means, sir: Time travels in divers paces with divers persons: I'll tell you who time ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. , OrL I pr'ythce,

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