The New English Theatre: Containing the Most Valuable Plays which Have Been Acted on the London Stage, 第 11 卷
J. Rivington, T. Longman, T. Lowndes, T. Caslon, W. Nicholl, and S. Bladon, 1777 - 70 頁
讀者評論 - 撰寫評論
Alguazil Alith Alithea Amlet anſwer Aſide aſk becauſe Belv Belville beſt Braſs buſineſs cauſe Clar colonel Conſtantia dear devil Dick Don John doſt Duke Enter Exit Felix firſt fiſter Flip Flippanta Flora Fºl Fred Frederick gentleman Gripe handſome Harc haſt himſelf honeſt honour houſe huſband Iſab Iſabella juſt kiſs lady laſt Liſſ loſt Lucy madam married maſter Miſs miſtreſs Moody moſt muſt myſelf never on’t paſſion perſon Petr Petruchio pleaſe pleaſure Pray preſent reaſon S C E N E ſaid ſame ſaw ſay ſee ſeems ſeen ſervant ſervice ſet Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhan’t ſhe ſhe's ſhew ſhould ſince ſir Sir Geo ſome ſomething ſon ſoon ſoul Spark Sparkiſh ſpeak ſtay ſtill ſuch ſuppoſe ſure tell thee there's theſe thing thoſe thou thouſand truſt uſe Violante wife wiſh woman wou'd yourſelf
第 50 頁 - I have heard this distemper called a fever, but methinks 'tis liker an ague, for when I think of my husband I tremble and am in a cold sweat, and have inclinations to vomit, but when I think of my gallant, dear Mr. Horner, my hot fit comes and I am all in a fever, indeed...
第 29 頁 - Flippanta. Cor. But hark you, Flippanta, if you don't think he loves me dearly, don't give him my Letter, after all. Flip. Let me alone. Cor. When he has read it, let him give it you again.
第 5 頁 - You must know, my booby of a brotherin-law hath brought up this ward of his (a good fortune let me tell you) as he coops up and fattens his chickens, for his own eating : he is plaguy jealous of her, and was very sorry that he could not marry her in the country, without coming up to town ; which he could not do, on account of some writings or other ; so what does my gentleman ? he persuades the poor silly girl, by breaking a sixpence, or some nonsense.
第 23 頁 - Flip. Well - but what does he say to you? Cor. Not a Word of News, Flippanta; 'tis all about Business. Flip. Does he not tell you he's in Love with you? Cor. Ay, but he told me that before. Flip. How so ? He never spoke to you. Cor. He sent me word by his Eyes. Flip. Did he so? mighty well. I thought you had been to learn that Language.
第 66 頁 - Hold ! — prithee, my dear, reduce things to a little temperance, and let us coolly into the secret of this disagreeable rupture. Gripe. Well then, without passion. Why, you must •know (but I'll have him hanged,) you must know that he came to Mr.
第 22 頁 - Please you this afternoon, I will ride with you, For at the castle, six miles hence, we are sure To find him. John. I'll be ready. Petr. My man...
第 24 頁 - Your servant, sir: no, I thank you. 'Gad, I go to a play as to a country treat; I carry my own wine to one, and my own wit to t'other, or else I'm sure I should not be merry at either. And the reason why we are so often louder than the players, is, because we think we speak more wit, and so become the poet's rivals in his audience...
第 20 頁 - Fred. Come in, and dry your eyes. John. Pray no more weeping : Spoil a sweet face for nothing ! My return Shall...