Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, Volumen11George Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1826 |
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... thee war for man , -those won the name That crowns thee - famed above all Roman fame . Now , to our scene - we feel no idle fear , Sure of the hearts , the British justice here : If we deserve it , sure of your applause- Then , hear for ...
... thee war for man , -those won the name That crowns thee - famed above all Roman fame . Now , to our scene - we feel no idle fear , Sure of the hearts , the British justice here : If we deserve it , sure of your applause- Then , hear for ...
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... , John Cumberland. R. Cruikshank , Del . SPOE White , Sc . Brutus . Brutus . Well , Titus , speak , -how is it with thee now ? Tell me , my son , art thou prepared to die ? Act V. Scene 3 . BRUTUS ; OR , THE FALL OF TARQUIN . ACT ...
... , John Cumberland. R. Cruikshank , Del . SPOE White , Sc . Brutus . Brutus . Well , Titus , speak , -how is it with thee now ? Tell me , my son , art thou prepared to die ? Act V. Scene 3 . BRUTUS ; OR , THE FALL OF TARQUIN . ACT ...
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... thee so ? Luc . The king himself . Now twenty years are past , Or more , since he sent for me from my farm . 66 Kinsman , " said he , with a kind , gracious smile , " For the black crime of treason which was charged " Against thy father ...
... thee so ? Luc . The king himself . Now twenty years are past , Or more , since he sent for me from my farm . 66 Kinsman , " said he , with a kind , gracious smile , " For the black crime of treason which was charged " Against thy father ...
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... thee , Valerius - Know'st thou that same fool Now in the camp . Val . I know him well . - A man Who , when he had a name , was Lucius Junius : - A braver citizen Rome never boasted , " " And wise and learn'd withal ; now changed , alas ...
... thee , Valerius - Know'st thou that same fool Now in the camp . Val . I know him well . - A man Who , when he had a name , was Lucius Junius : - A braver citizen Rome never boasted , " " And wise and learn'd withal ; now changed , alas ...
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... thee , fellow , How art thou call'd ? Luc . A fool . Tul . Fool for thy nature : Thou answer'st well , -but I demand thy name . Luc . Nothing but fool . Tul . His faculties are brutish ; - BRUTUS shall be thy name . Br . Thanks to your ...
... thee , fellow , How art thou call'd ? Luc . A fool . Tul . Fool for thy nature : Thou answer'st well , -but I demand thy name . Luc . Nothing but fool . Tul . His faculties are brutish ; - BRUTUS shall be thy name . Br . Thanks to your ...
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Página 24 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered, — We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Página 17 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Página 26 - Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Página 8 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...
Página 22 - Not to-day, O Lord, O, not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown ! I Richard's body have interred new ; And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, Than from it issued forced drops of blood. Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, Who twice...
Página 62 - Hear him but reason in divinity, And all-admiring with an inward wish You would desire the king were made a prelate : Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs, You would say it hath been...
Página 24 - He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, 70 And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice As full of labour as a wise man's art: For folly that he wisely shows is fit; But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.
Página 24 - That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd — the feast of Crispian ; He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He, that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends, And say — to-morrow is Saint Crispian : Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Página 27 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Página 24 - This day is call'd the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say, To-morrow is Saint Crispian: Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, These wounds I had on Crispin's day.