The Busy Body: A ComedyJ. Bell, 1797 - 112 Seiten |
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... once know those , and the face won't be long a secret to me . Patch . What mean you , madam ! Miran . To get off . Sir Geo . ' Tis something indecent to turn one's back upon a lady ; but you command and I obey . [ Turns his back ...
... once know those , and the face won't be long a secret to me . Patch . What mean you , madam ! Miran . To get off . Sir Geo . ' Tis something indecent to turn one's back upon a lady ; but you command and I obey . [ Turns his back ...
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... once in her teens " had better be at sea in a storm , and would be in less " danger ; " For let him do or counsel all he can , " She thinks and dreams of nothing else but man . " [ Ex . SCENE II . ISABINDA'S chamber . ISABINDA and PATCH ...
... once in her teens " had better be at sea in a storm , and would be in less " danger ; " For let him do or counsel all he can , " She thinks and dreams of nothing else but man . " [ Ex . SCENE II . ISABINDA'S chamber . ISABINDA and PATCH ...
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... once . Sir Jeal . Why don't you sing , I say ? [ Aside . Patch . When madam has put her spinnet in tune , sir ; humph , humph- Isab . I cannot play , sir , whatever ails me . [ Rising . Sir Jeal . Zounds ! sit down and play me a tune ...
... once . Sir Jeal . Why don't you sing , I say ? [ Aside . Patch . When madam has put her spinnet in tune , sir ; humph , humph- Isab . I cannot play , sir , whatever ails me . [ Rising . Sir Jeal . Zounds ! sit down and play me a tune ...
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... once more behold that lovely object whose idea fills my mind , and forms my pleas- ing dreams ! Miran . What , beginning again in heroicks ! — Sir George , don't you remember how little fruit your last prodigal oration produc'd ? Not ...
... once more behold that lovely object whose idea fills my mind , and forms my pleas- ing dreams ! Miran . What , beginning again in heroicks ! — Sir George , don't you remember how little fruit your last prodigal oration produc'd ? Not ...
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... once you know him . Isab . Oh ! never , never ! Could I suspect that falsehood in my heart , I would this moment tear it from my breast , And straight present him with the treach'rous part . " Cha . Oh ! my charming , faithful dear ...
... once you know him . Isab . Oh ! never , never ! Could I suspect that falsehood in my heart , I would this moment tear it from my breast , And straight present him with the treach'rous part . " Cha . Oh ! my charming , faithful dear ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adad Alderman Alex Alexas Antony arms BUSY BODY Cæsar cann't Carmelite Chargy Charles Charmion Cleo Cleopatra Clin CLINCHER colonel Cour Courci d'ye dare Darl dear death devil Dolabella Egad Enter Sir ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes father fool fortune Gardy gentleman give guineas hand hear heart Heav'n Hild Hildebrand honour Isab Isabinda Jubilee lady look lord lov'd Lure LUREWELL madam Marplot Miran Miranda mistress Mont murder never o'er Octavia pardon Patch poor Pr'ythee pray rogue Saint Valori SCENE SCENTWELL Serapion servant shew Sir Fran Sir FRANCIS Sir Geo sir George Sir GEORGE AIRY Sir Harry Sir Jeal Sir JEALOUS sirrah Smug soul speak Stand sure tell thee there's thou hast thro Twas twill Vent Ventidius Vizard what's wife Wild woman word wou'd wretch
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 12 - Lie there, thou shadow of an emperor; The place thou pressest on thy mother earth Is all thy empire now: now it contains thee; Some few days hence, and then 'twill be too large, When thou'rt contracted in thy narrow urn, Shrunk to a few cold ashes; then Octavia (For Cleopatra will not live to see it), Octavia then will have...
Seite 46 - As meeting streams, both to ourselves were lost; We were one mass; we could not give or take, But from the same; for he was I, I he.
Seite 56 - Dolabella, which way shall I turn? I find a secret yielding in my soul ; But Cleopatra, who would die with me, Must she be left? Pity pleads for Octavia; But does it not plead more for Cleopatra ? Vent.
Seite 64 - Men are but children of a larger growth ; Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain ; And yet the soul, shut up in her dark room, Viewing so clear abroad, at home sees nothing; But, like a mole in earth, busy and blind, Works all her folly up, and casts it outward To the world's open view...
Seite 103 - Caesar's pride? What! to be led in triumph through the streets, A spectacle to base plebeian eyes; While some dejected friend of Antony's, Close in a corner, shakes his head, and mutters A secret curse on her who ruin'd him?
Seite 13 - I'm now turned wild, a commoner of nature; Of all forsaken, and forsaking all; Live in a shady forest's sylvan scene, Stretched at my length beneath some blasted oak, I lean my head upon the mossy bark, And look just of a piece as I grew from it ; My uncombed locks, matted like mistletoe, Hang o'er my hoary face; a murm'ring brook Runs at my foot.
Seite 11 - tis my birthday, and I'll keep it With double pomp of sadness. 'Tis what the day deserves, which gave me breath. Why was I raised the meteor of the world, Hung in the skies, and blazing as I travelled, Till all my fires were spent; and then cast downward, To be trod out by Caesar ? VENT, [aside]. On my soul, 'Tis mournful, wondrous mournful!
Seite 49 - That men's desiring eyes were never wearied, But hung upon the object : To soft flutes The silver oars kept time ; and while they played, The hearing gave new pleasure to the sight ; And both to thought.
Seite 99 - I will not make a business of a trifle; And yet I cannot look on you, and kill you; Pray turn your face.
Seite 20 - Fram'd in the very pride and boast of nature, So perfect, that the gods who form'd you wonder'd At their own skill, and cried, A lucky hit Has mended our design.