The British Theatre, Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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第 3 頁
... never at- tractive , except when some actress , of very superior skill , performs the part of Rosalind . This character requires peculiar talents in repre- sentation , because it has so large a share of the dia- logue to deliver ; and ...
... never at- tractive , except when some actress , of very superior skill , performs the part of Rosalind . This character requires peculiar talents in repre- sentation , because it has so large a share of the dia- logue to deliver ; and ...
第 11 頁
... never two ladies loved as they do . Oliv . Where will the old Duke live ? Charles . They say , he is already in the Forest of Arden , and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England : they say ...
... never two ladies loved as they do . Oliv . Where will the old Duke live ? Charles . They say , he is already in the Forest of Arden , and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England : they say ...
第 12 頁
... never leave thee , till he hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other : for , I assure thee , and almost with tears I speak it , there is not one so young and so villanous this day living . I speak but brotherly of him ; but ...
... never leave thee , till he hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other : for , I assure thee , and almost with tears I speak it , there is not one so young and so villanous this day living . I speak but brotherly of him ; but ...
第 15 頁
... never had any ; or , if he had , he had sworn it all away , before ever he saw those pancakes , or that mustard , Cel . Here comes Monsieur Le Beau . Ros . With his mouth full of news . Cel . Which he will put on us , as pigeons feed ...
... never had any ; or , if he had , he had sworn it all away , before ever he saw those pancakes , or that mustard , Cel . Here comes Monsieur Le Beau . Ros . With his mouth full of news . Cel . Which he will put on us , as pigeons feed ...
第 17 頁
... never gracious ; if killed , but one dead , that is willing to be so : I shall do my friends no wrong , for I have none to lament me - the world no injury , for in it I have nothing ; only in the world I fill up a place , which may be ...
... never gracious ; if killed , but one dead , that is willing to be so : I shall do my friends no wrong , for I have none to lament me - the world no injury , for in it I have nothing ; only in the world I fill up a place , which may be ...
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ANTIGONUS APPARITORS AUTOLYCUS bear beseech better Bohemia brother Caius Camillo cardinal Cham Claud Claudio CLEOMENES Clown Corin court Crom Cromwell daughter death doth Duke Enter Esca ESCALUS Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father Fenton fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hast hath hear heart Heaven Hermione Herne the hunter hither honest honour Host husband i'the Jaques king lady Leon LEONTES look Lord Angelo lord chamberlain Lucio maid marry Master Brook Master Doctor Mistress Anne Mistress Ford never noble Oliv Orlando pardon PAULINA Phebe PHOCION Polixenes Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Prov PROVOST queen Quick Rosalind Rugby SCENE Shal Shep shepherd Sicilia Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Thomas Lovel Slen Slender speak sweet tell thank thee there's thing thou art TIPSTAVES to-morrow wife woman
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第 54 頁 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I...
第 55 頁 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues: be just and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's: then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
第 57 頁 - He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
第 37 頁 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
第 22 頁 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet ; For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder.
第 39 頁 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
第 39 頁 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full 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 then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
第 40 頁 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
第 39 頁 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes , And whistles in his sound.
第 53 頁 - O ! how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours. There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.