The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...Mrs. Inchbald Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... gone Edm . I'll gaze no more ; - charm'd . -and yet my eyes are Cord . Or , what if it be worse ? -Can there be worse ? Ah , ' tis too probable , this furious night Has pierc'd his tender body ; the bleak winds And cold rain chill'd ...
... gone Edm . I'll gaze no more ; - charm'd . -and yet my eyes are Cord . Or , what if it be worse ? -Can there be worse ? Ah , ' tis too probable , this furious night Has pierc'd his tender body ; the bleak winds And cold rain chill'd ...
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... gone distracted with his savage wrongs . Edm . I'll gaze no more ; - And charm'd . -and yet my eyes are Cord . Or , what if it be worse ? -Can there be worse ? Ah , ' tis too probable , this furious night Has pierc'd his tender body ...
... gone distracted with his savage wrongs . Edm . I'll gaze no more ; - And charm'd . -and yet my eyes are Cord . Or , what if it be worse ? -Can there be worse ? Ah , ' tis too probable , this furious night Has pierc'd his tender body ...
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... gone . Edg . Frateretto calls me , and tells me , Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness . Pray , innocent , and beware the foul fiend . Lear . Right , ha ! ha ! -was it not pleasant to have a thousand with red hot spits come hissing ...
... gone . Edg . Frateretto calls me , and tells me , Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness . Pray , innocent , and beware the foul fiend . Lear . Right , ha ! ha ! -was it not pleasant to have a thousand with red hot spits come hissing ...
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... gone . Edg . Child Rowland to the dark tower came , His word was still fie , foh , and fum , I smell the blood of a British man . - O , torture ! [ Exit EDGAR into the Hovel . Glost . Now , I pr'ythee , friend , let's take him in our ...
... gone . Edg . Child Rowland to the dark tower came , His word was still fie , foh , and fum , I smell the blood of a British man . - O , torture ! [ Exit EDGAR into the Hovel . Glost . Now , I pr'ythee , friend , let's take him in our ...
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... gone ; Thy comforts can do me no good at all , Thee they may hurt . Old M. You cannot see your way . Glost . I have no way , and therefore want no eyes ; I stumbled when I saw : O , dear son , Edgar , The food of thy abused father's ...
... gone ; Thy comforts can do me no good at all , Thee they may hurt . Old M. You cannot see your way . Glost . I have no way , and therefore want no eyes ; I stumbled when I saw : O , dear son , Edgar , The food of thy abused father's ...
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Seite 6 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Seite 24 - Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Seite 26 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, — For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men, — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Seite 65 - As a sick girl. Ye gods ! it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.
Seite 24 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Seite 27 - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand ; Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
Seite 47 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle...
Seite 37 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.
Seite 63 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn...
Seite 82 - I' the name of truth, Are ye fantastical,° or that indeed Which outwardly ye show ? My noble partner You greet with present grace ° and great prediction Of noble having ° and of royal hope,° That he seems rapt ° withal : to me you speak not : If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear 60 Your favours nor your hate.° First Witch.