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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... fall the election to his envied throne ? CARL . They name , as on the list of candidates , A certain Duke of Saxony , and Francis- LEO . Your highness means-- CARL . Francis the First of France . LEO . A promising aspirant ! Where , my ...
... fall the election to his envied throne ? CARL . They name , as on the list of candidates , A certain Duke of Saxony , and Francis- LEO . Your highness means-- CARL . Francis the First of France . LEO . A promising aspirant ! Where , my ...
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... to woo her royally . ZANTHE enters from the little door beneath L. ZANTH . Hernani . ( going to R. , he advances briskly towards her , L. , she lets fall the light . ) Heavens ! ' tis not his step , I'm sure ACT 2 ] 19 HERNANI .
... to woo her royally . ZANTHE enters from the little door beneath L. ZANTH . Hernani . ( going to R. , he advances briskly towards her , L. , she lets fall the light . ) Heavens ! ' tis not his step , I'm sure ACT 2 ] 19 HERNANI .
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... falls back . ) You love a rebel . Yet ' twere sin to fear thee . ( inclining to her . ) ZANTH . Forbear ! or on my soul , you lightly hold Your life and mine . Hernani ! ho ! Hernani ! CARL . Your cries are vain . I have at hand to aid ...
... falls back . ) You love a rebel . Yet ' twere sin to fear thee . ( inclining to her . ) ZANTH . Forbear ! or on my soul , you lightly hold Your life and mine . Hernani ! ho ! Hernani ! CARL . Your cries are vain . I have at hand to aid ...
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... falls on the ground . HERN . ( alarmed at her situation ) So desperate ! noble Zanthe ! Since thou wilt have it so . We will not part . Hallowed and heaven - protected , we will not fear . Steals not now Peace to thy bosom ? Peerless ...
... falls on the ground . HERN . ( alarmed at her situation ) So desperate ! noble Zanthe ! Since thou wilt have it so . We will not part . Hallowed and heaven - protected , we will not fear . Steals not now Peace to thy bosom ? Peerless ...
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... falls against a pillar of the portico . JOSEPHA hastens to her assistance , and the curtain falls quickly . ) END OF ACT II . ACT III . SCENE . - Interior of the Castle of De Sylva , in the moun- tains of Arragon . A gallery of family ...
... falls against a pillar of the portico . JOSEPHA hastens to her assistance , and the curtain falls quickly . ) END OF ACT II . ACT III . SCENE . - Interior of the Castle of De Sylva , in the moun- tains of Arragon . A gallery of family ...
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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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Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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...