Lacy's Acting Edition of Plays, Dramas, Farces and Extravagances, Etc., Etc: As Performed at the Various Theatres ...T. H. Lacy, 1849 |
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... never having received , after more than one hundred representations , one shilling of remuneration for it from the theatre : that on the failure of Mr. Price , the committee refused to admit my claim , or to make me the most moderate ...
... never having received , after more than one hundred representations , one shilling of remuneration for it from the theatre : that on the failure of Mr. Price , the committee refused to admit my claim , or to make me the most moderate ...
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... never part . When thy last footstep hath escaped my ear My heart no longer seems to beat - entombed And dead within my bosom - dead to all things- Till , heard afar , the sweet returning music Dissolves the trance and brings me life ...
... never part . When thy last footstep hath escaped my ear My heart no longer seems to beat - entombed And dead within my bosom - dead to all things- Till , heard afar , the sweet returning music Dissolves the trance and brings me life ...
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... never been . ( Exit R. HERN . What trial more than this can nature prove ? Do I not love thee now ? ZANTH . Too well ; and yet The King , whate'er his threats , is ever generous . HERN . The King hath rarely said the thing he means not ...
... never been . ( Exit R. HERN . What trial more than this can nature prove ? Do I not love thee now ? ZANTH . Too well ; and yet The King , whate'er his threats , is ever generous . HERN . The King hath rarely said the thing he means not ...
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... never . I must have charity for some weak thoughts My sixty years have brought me . Time , I fear , Hath scored them with unsparing hand - Yet do I love thee As light and shallow youth can never love . As yet there are no wrinkles at my ...
... never . I must have charity for some weak thoughts My sixty years have brought me . Time , I fear , Hath scored them with unsparing hand - Yet do I love thee As light and shallow youth can never love . As yet there are no wrinkles at my ...
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... never told me so , but then he never says anything about it . MRS . M. Never says anything ! what a poetical court- ship ! MARY . Courtship , what's that ? MRS . M. Dan Cupid's ferry boat , my love ; but ask Charles and he'll explain ...
... never told me so , but then he never says anything about it . MRS . M. Never says anything ! what a poetical court- ship ! MARY . Courtship , what's that ? MRS . M. Dan Cupid's ferry boat , my love ; but ask Charles and he'll explain ...
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AGAMEM AGAMEMNON AJAX ALICE aloud ANGEL Barlow BERTURCIO BIDDY BOLING Bolingbroke BRIAN CADE CADEROUSSE CALCH CAPTAIN CARL CHARLES CLARIS CLARISSA comes CORNE Corney CROSSTREE DAME Danglars Dantés dear DICK door DORA dress Duke EDMOND EDWIN Enter Exeunt Exit FARIA father FERNAND FLUK FUSSLE FUSSLETON GERALD girl give GLAUCE GRICE hand happy HATC hath hear heart heaven HELEN HERN Hernani honour JACK king lady laugh LAZON LAZONBY letter look lord Lovelace LUCY madam married MARY MENEL Menelaus MERC Mercedés Miss Monsieur MONTE CRISTO MOREL MUDDLE MUSHA NELLY never OLD CURIOSITY SHOP PARIS PATTY PENNY Pennythorne PENRYN poor PORNIC PYEF QUILP RICHARD Richard II SCENE Scroggins SHAUN speak STAN sure SUSAN SWIV TATTLE tell thee there's THOMAS HAILES LACY thou Tregarvon TRENT uncle Villefort What's wife WIGGLE young ZANTH
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Página 36 - All murdered : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be feared, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable...
Página 56 - God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience ; — That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Página 35 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth...
Página 9 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience ; — That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Página 20 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Página 36 - For Heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings ; — How some have been deposed, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed ; Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping killed; All murdered.
Página 10 - Ay, truly ; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness : this was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof.
Página 17 - And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol, or a harp ; Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
Página 36 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Página 41 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave; Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...