The Dramatic Works of Wycherley, Congreve, Vanbrugh, and FarquharG. Routledge, 1866 - 668 páginas |
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... Brass , exquisite Brass , whom one can hardly help fancying made of the metal that christens him , and with a voice that rings accordingly . We know of no better comic writing in the world than the earlier scenes of Lord Foppington in ...
... Brass , exquisite Brass , whom one can hardly help fancying made of the metal that christens him , and with a voice that rings accordingly . We know of no better comic writing in the world than the earlier scenes of Lord Foppington in ...
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... Brass , and Dick Amwell and his mother , is the only play of Vanbrugh's that can compete , unaltered , with the quadruple duration of the " Constant Couple , " the " Inconstant , " the " ( 66 Recruiting Officer , " and the " Beaux ...
... Brass , and Dick Amwell and his mother , is the only play of Vanbrugh's that can compete , unaltered , with the quadruple duration of the " Constant Couple , " the " Inconstant , " the " ( 66 Recruiting Officer , " and the " Beaux ...
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... Brass . Fear nothing , all's safe on that side yet . But how speaks young mistress's epistle ? soft and tender ? Dick . As pen can write . Brass . So you think all goes well there Dick . As my heart can wish . Brass . WYCHERLEY ...
... Brass . Fear nothing , all's safe on that side yet . But how speaks young mistress's epistle ? soft and tender ? Dick . As pen can write . Brass . So you think all goes well there Dick . As my heart can wish . Brass . WYCHERLEY ...
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... Brass . You are sure on't ? Dick . Sure on't . Brass . Why then , ceremony aside- [ Putting on his hat ] —you and I must have a little talk , Mr. Amlet . Dick . Ah , Brass , what art thou going to do ? wo't ruin me ? Brass . Look you ...
... Brass . You are sure on't ? Dick . Sure on't . Brass . Why then , ceremony aside- [ Putting on his hat ] —you and I must have a little talk , Mr. Amlet . Dick . Ah , Brass , what art thou going to do ? wo't ruin me ? Brass . Look you ...
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William Wycherley, William Congreve, Leigh Hunt, Sir John Vanbrugh. Brass . I am a man of honour and restore and so , the treaty being finished , I strike my flag of defiance , and fall into my respects again . " [ Takes off his hat ...
William Wycherley, William Congreve, Leigh Hunt, Sir John Vanbrugh. Brass . I am a man of honour and restore and so , the treaty being finished , I strike my flag of defiance , and fall into my respects again . " [ Takes off his hat ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alith Aman better BLACKACRE Brisk Caut Chri confess Congreve COUNTRY WIFE cousin cuckold d'ye damned dancing-master Dapperwit daughter dear dost Eliza Exeunt Exit Fain faith father Flip fool Fore gentleman give Gripe hast hate hear heart Heaven honour hope Horn Horner husband impudence Joyn Joyner kiss Lady Fidg Lady Froth Lady Touch Lady Wish look Lord Fop lover Lucy madam marriage marry Mask Millamant Mirabell mistress Mons never night Oliv on't Pinch PINCHWIFE Plain Dealer Plaus play poet poor pray prithee Prue rogue SCENE Semele servant Silv Sir Jasp Sir Paul Sir Samp Sir Sim Spark speak Squeam stay sure swear talk tell thee there's thing thou art thought town twas twill warrant widow wife woman women young Zara
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Página 241 - Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart.
Página 277 - I'm married; positively I won't be called names. Mirabell Names! Millamant Ay, as wife, spouse, my dear, joy, jewel, love, sweetheart, and the rest of that nauseous cant, in which men and their wives are so fulsomely familiar...
Página 146 - I live a rent-charge on his providence. But you, whom every Muse and Grace adorn, Whom I foresee to better fortune born, Be kind to my remains ; and, oh defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend ! Let not the insulting foe my fame pursue, But shade those laurels which descend to you : And take for tribute what these lines express ; You merit more, nor could my love do less.
Página 146 - em not mistake my patron's part, Nor call his charity their own desert. 50 Yet this I prophesy ; thou shalt be seen, (Though with some short parenthesis between), High on the throne of wit ; and, seated there, Not mine, that's little, but thy laurel wear. Thy first attempt an early promise made ; That early promise this has more than paid. So bold, yet so judiciously you dare, That your least praise is to be regular. Time, place, and action, may with pains be wrought, But genius must be born, and...
Página 146 - Great Jonson did by strength of judgment please ; Yet, doubling Fletcher's force, he wants his ease. In differing talents both adorn'd their age ; One for the study, t'other for the stage.
Página liv - Dear Bob, — I have not anything to leave thee, to perpetuate my memory, but two helpless girls ; look upon them, sometimes ; and think of him that was, to the last moment of his life, thine, — GEORGE FARQUHAR.
Página 278 - ... tea-table talk— such as mending of fashions, spoiling reputations, railing at absent friends, and so forth— but that on no account you encroach upon the men's prerogative, and presume to drink healths, or toast fellows...
Página lxvii - When we are among them, we are amongst a chaotic people. We are not to judge them by our usages. No reverend institutions are insulted by their proceedings, for they have none among them. No peace of families is violated, for no family ties exist among them. No purity of the marriage bed is stained, for none is supposed to have a being.
Página 227 - Husbands and wives will drive distinct trades, and care and pleasure separately occupy the family. Coffee-houses will be full of smoke and stratagem. And the cropt prentice, that sweeps his master's shop in the morning, may, ten to one, dirty his sheets before night. But there are two things that you. will see very strange; which are wanton wives with their legs at liberty, and tame cuckolds with chains about their necks.
Página 268 - Ay, ay, suffer your Cruelty to ruin the object of your Power, to destroy your Lover — And then how vain, how lost a Thing you'll be? Nay, 'tis true: You are no longer handsome when you've lost your Lover; your Beauty dies upon the Instant: For Beauty is the Lover's Gift; 'tis he bestows your Charms Your Glass is all a Cheat.