The British Drama: Illustrated, Band 1John Dicks, 1886 |
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... thing left . Stuk . Then we are indeed undone . What , no- thing ? No moveables , nor useless trinkets ? Bau- bles locked up in caskets , to starve their owners ? I have ventured deeply for you . Bev . Therefore this heart - ache ; for ...
... thing left . Stuk . Then we are indeed undone . What , no- thing ? No moveables , nor useless trinkets ? Bau- bles locked up in caskets , to starve their owners ? I have ventured deeply for you . Bev . Therefore this heart - ache ; for ...
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... thing I had forgot- Bev . What is it ? Stuk . Perhaps it were best forgotten . But I am open in my nature , and zealous for the honour of my friend . Lewson speaks freely of you Bev . Of you , I know he does . me . Bev . May these be ...
... thing I had forgot- Bev . What is it ? Stuk . Perhaps it were best forgotten . But I am open in my nature , and zealous for the honour of my friend . Lewson speaks freely of you Bev . Of you , I know he does . me . Bev . May these be ...
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... thing un- done a man ; by cunning and mean arts , undone him . But we have found you , sir ; traced you through all your labyrinths . If you would save yourself , fall to confession : no mercy will be shown else . Stuk First , prove me ...
... thing un- done a man ; by cunning and mean arts , undone him . But we have found you , sir ; traced you through all your labyrinths . If you would save yourself , fall to confession : no mercy will be shown else . Stuk First , prove me ...
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... thing I have been . Has . No more of this dull stuff . ' Tis time enough To whine and mortify thyself with penance ; The present moment claims more gen'rous use : Thy beauty , night and solitude reproach me , For having talk'd thus long ...
... thing I have been . Has . No more of this dull stuff . ' Tis time enough To whine and mortify thyself with penance ; The present moment claims more gen'rous use : Thy beauty , night and solitude reproach me , For having talk'd thus long ...
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... thing is he , how worthy scorn , Who leaves the guidance of imperial manhood To such a paltry piece of stuff as this is ! A moppet made of prettiness and pride ; That oftener does her giddy fancies change , Than glittering dew - drops ...
... thing is he , how worthy scorn , Who leaves the guidance of imperial manhood To such a paltry piece of stuff as this is ! A moppet made of prettiness and pride ; That oftener does her giddy fancies change , Than glittering dew - drops ...
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Acres Alice Alonzo art thou Baron Belvidera Bertram better Beverley bless brother Bruin Capt Char Charles child Constantia Cora Countess dear death devil Don Carlos Dornton Eger Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father Faulk Faulkland fear fellow fortune Freelove gentleman give Gold Goldfinch hand happy Harry Hast hear heard heart heaven Hodge honour hope Jenny Julia Kenric Lady F leave live look lord Lucy ma'am madam Malaprop marry master Milford Mirabel Miss H Mysis never night Nysa Oakly Old Mir Oriana Pier poor pray Rolla Saib SCENE servant shew Sir Anth Sir Lucius Sneak Sophia soul speak Steinfort Stra Stuk Sulky sure tears tell thee there's thing thou thought Tony villain Widow wife woman wretch young Zounds
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Seite 228 - Observe me, Sir Anthony. I would by no means wish a daughter of mine to be a progeny of learning. I don't think so much learning becomes a young woman. For instance, I would never let her meddle with Greek, or Hebrew, or algebra, or simony, or fluxions, or paradoxes, or such inflammatory branches of learning; neither would it be necessary for her to handle any of your mathematical, astronomical, diabolical instruments.
Seite 68 - They boast they come but to improve our state, enlarge our thoughts, and free us from the yoke of error ! Yes ; they will give enlightened freedom to our minds, who are themselves the slaves of passion, avarice, and pride. They offer us their protection : yes; such protection as vultures give to lambs — covering and devouring them...
Seite 86 - You have nothing to fear from him, I assure you. You'd adore him if you knew how heartily he despises me. My aunt knows it too, and has undertaken to court me for him, and actually begins to think she has made a conquest.
Seite 108 - This is the place, the centre of the grove ; Here stands the oak, the monarch of the wood. How sweet and solemn is this midnight scene The silver moon, unclouded, holds her way Through skies, where I could count each little star. The fanning west wind scarcely stirs the leaves ; The river, rushing o'er its pebbled bed, Imposes silence, with a stilly sound. In such a place as this, at such an hour, If ancestry can be in...
Seite 285 - Burthensome to itself, a few years longer, To lose it, may be, at last in a lewd quarrel For some new friend, treacherous and false as thou art ! No, this vile world and I have long been jangling, And cannot part on better terms than now, When only men like thee are fit to live in't.
Seite 90 - In the first place, I shall be seen, and that is no small advantage to a girl who brings her face to market. Then I shall perhaps make an acquaintance, and that's no small victory gained over one who never addresses any but the wildest of her sex.
Seite 274 - Indeed, my lord, I dare not. My heart, that awes me, is too much my master : Three years are past since first our vows were plighted, During which time the world must bear me witness, I've treated Belvidera like your daughter...
Seite 231 - Zounds ! sirrah ?. the lady shall be as ugly as I choose : she shall have a hump on each shoulder ; she shall be as crooked as the crescent ; her one eye shall roll like the bull's in Cox's museum ; she shall have a skin like a mummy, and the beard of a Jew ; she shall be all this, sirrah ; yet I'll make you ogle her all day, and sit up all night, to write sonnets on her beauty.
Seite 273 - I received you, Courted, and sought to raise you to your merits : My house, my table, nay my fortune too, My very self, was yours; you might have used me To your best service.
Seite 103 - One stormy night, as I remember well, The wind and rain beat hard upon our roof: Red came the river down, and loud and oft The angry spirit of the water shriek'd.