English Actors from Shakespeare to Macready, 第 1 卷H. Holt, 1879 |
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第 17 頁 - WEEP with me, all you that read This little story; And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature As Heaven and Nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.
第 18 頁 - And let those, that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered : ' that's villainous : and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
第 60 頁 - The voice of a singer is not more strictly tied to time and tune, than that of an actor in theatrical elocution: the least syllable too long, or too slightly dwelt upon in a period, depreciates it to nothing; which very syllable, if rightly touched, shall, like the heightening stroke of light from a master's pencil, give life and spirit to the whole.
第 47 頁 - Tragedy called the Moor of Venice : " " I came unknown to any of the rest, To tell the news ; I saw the lady drest : The woman plays to-day ; mistake me not, No man in gown, or page in petticoat : A woman to my knowledge, yet I can't, If I should die, make affidavit on't.
第 256 頁 - Did you think he would so soon be gone ? — Life, says Falstaff, is a shuttle. He was a fine fellow in his way ; and the world is really impoverished by his sinking glories. Murphy ought to write his life, at least to give the world a Footeana. Now, will any of his contemporaries bewail him ? Will genius change his sex to weep ? I would really have his life written with diligence.
第 72 頁 - ... at once; and that the letter might not embarrass her attack, crack ! she crumbles it at once into her palm, and pours upon him her whole artillery of airs, eyes, and motion. Down goes her dainty, diving, body to the ground, as if she were sinking under the conscious load of her own attractions ; then launches into a flood of fine language and compliment, still playing her chest forward in fifty falls and risings, like a swan upon waving water ; and, to complete her...
第 74 頁 - I'll leave her : Would I were free from this restraint, Or else had hopes to win her : Would she could make of me a saint, Or I of her a sinner ! " What a conquering air there is about these ! What an irresistible Mr.
第 67 頁 - His person was of the middle size, his voice clear and audible; his natural countenance, grave and sober; but the moment he spoke, the settled seriousness of his features was utterly discharged, and a dry, drolling, or laughing levity took such full possession of him, that I can only refer the idea of him to your imagination.
第 71 頁 - Rehearsal" had for some time lain dormant, she was desired to take it up, which I have seen her act with all the true coxcombly spirit and humour that the sufficiency of the character required.
第 127 頁 - His eyes, in gloomy socket taught to roll, Proclaim'd the sullen ' habit of his soul :' Heavy and phlegmatic he trod the stage, Too proud for tenderness, too dull for rage.