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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... devil . L. Faul . King Richard Coeur - de - Lion was thy father : By long and vehement suit I was seduced To make room for him in my husband's bed ; Thou art the issue of my dear offence : Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge ...
... devil . L. Faul . King Richard Coeur - de - Lion was thy father : By long and vehement suit I was seduced To make room for him in my husband's bed ; Thou art the issue of my dear offence : Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge ...
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... devil art thou ? Faul . One that will play the devil , sir , with you , An a ' may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard ; I'll smoke your skin - coat ...
... devil art thou ? Faul . One that will play the devil , sir , with you , An a ' may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard ; I'll smoke your skin - coat ...
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... devil , That smooth - faced gentleman , tickling commodity- This bawd , this broker , this all - changing word , Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France , Hath drawn him from his own determined aid , From a resolved and honourable ...
... devil , That smooth - faced gentleman , tickling commodity- This bawd , this broker , this all - changing word , Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France , Hath drawn him from his own determined aid , From a resolved and honourable ...
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... devil hovers in the sky , And pours down mischief . [ A charge . Enter AUSTRIA , R. - FAULCONBRIDGE and AUSTRIA engage - FAULCONBRIDGE drives AUSTRIA off the Stage , R. and presently re - enters with the Lion's skin in his Hand . Faul ...
... devil hovers in the sky , And pours down mischief . [ A charge . Enter AUSTRIA , R. - FAULCONBRIDGE and AUSTRIA engage - FAULCONBRIDGE drives AUSTRIA off the Stage , R. and presently re - enters with the Lion's skin in his Hand . Faul ...
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... devil , Salisbury : If thou but frown on me , or stir thy foot , Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame , I'll strike thee dead . Put up thy sword betime ; Or I'll so mall you and your toasting iron , That you shall think the devil is ...
... devil , Salisbury : If thou but frown on me , or stir thy foot , Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame , I'll strike thee dead . Put up thy sword betime ; Or I'll so mall you and your toasting iron , That you shall think the devil is ...
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
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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.