Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical : Printed from the Acting Copies, as Performed at the Theatres-royal, London, Band 4John Cumberland, 1826 |
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... heaven - he becomes reconcited with the Romish church ; and , if the authority of history may be relied on , falls by the treachery of one of that communion , into whose arms he had thrown himself for pardon and protection . There is no ...
... heaven - he becomes reconcited with the Romish church ; and , if the authority of history may be relied on , falls by the treachery of one of that communion , into whose arms he had thrown himself for pardon and protection . There is no ...
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... heaven : If that be true , I shall see my boy again . " There are two scenes of superlative excellence in this play : the one , where John discloses his dark purpose to Hubert ; the other , where the horrible imaginings of Hubert are ...
... heaven : If that be true , I shall see my boy again . " There are two scenes of superlative excellence in this play : the one , where John discloses his dark purpose to Hubert ; the other , where the horrible imaginings of Hubert are ...
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... Heaven thanks , I was not like to thee . K. John . Why , what a mad - cap Heaven hath lent us here ! Eli . [ To the King . ] He hath a trick of Coeur - de- Lion's face ; The accent of his tongue affecteth him : Do you not read some ...
... Heaven thanks , I was not like to thee . K. John . Why , what a mad - cap Heaven hath lent us here ! Eli . [ To the King . ] He hath a trick of Coeur - de- Lion's face ; The accent of his tongue affecteth him : Do you not read some ...
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... Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge ! Faul . Now , by this light , were I to get again , 1 Madam , I would not wish a better father . Some sins do bear their privilege on earth , And so doth yours ; your fault was not your ...
... Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge ! Faul . Now , by this light , were I to get again , 1 Madam , I would not wish a better father . Some sins do bear their privilege on earth , And so doth yours ; your fault was not your ...
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... Heaven shall forgive you Coeur - de- Lion's death , The rather , that you give his offspring life , Shadowing their right under your wings of war : I give you welcome with a powerless hand , But B 2 ACT II . ] 15 KING JOHN . END OF ACT ...
... Heaven shall forgive you Coeur - de- Lion's death , The rather , that you give his offspring life , Shadowing their right under your wings of war : I give you welcome with a powerless hand , But B 2 ACT II . ] 15 KING JOHN . END OF ACT ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
alguazil Aman art thou Bates Beverley blood brother Char CHIG Colonel dear death devil door Dorn dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit Exit ENGLISH eyes Falstaff father Faul FAULCONBRIDGE fear Flora fortune Fred gentleman Gibby give Gold Goldfinch Hamlet hand HARRY DORNTON hath hear heart Heaven honour Horatio Hubert Isab Jarvis Jenny KING JOHN lady Laer Laertes Lewson Liss Lissardo look Lord F lordship Lory madam marry Miss H never night Nurse on't Ophelia PANDULPH Poins POLONIUS poor pr'ythee pray Prince Prince of Wales Queen SCENE servant Shakspeare Sir Tunbelly sirrah Smith Sophia soul speak Stuke Sulky sure sword tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast Trumpets villain Violante what's Widow woman Young F Zounds
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 49 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Seite 18 - Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and...
Seite 20 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Seite 42 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Seite 21 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Seite 22 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon ; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowne'd honour by the locks...
Seite 40 - Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in. imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.
Seite 37 - For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players Play something like the murder of my father Before mine uncle; I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench I know my course.
Seite 52 - See what a grace was seated on this brow : Hyperion's curls ; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command ; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Seite 49 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.