The Busy Body: A ComedyJ. Bell, 1797 - 112 páginas |
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Página 86
... wild ' twill break all my china or get away , and that would break my heart ; for I'm fond on't to distraction , next thee , dear gardy ! [ In a flattering tone . Sir Fran . Well , well , chargy , I won't open it ; she shall have her ...
... wild ' twill break all my china or get away , and that would break my heart ; for I'm fond on't to distraction , next thee , dear gardy ! [ In a flattering tone . Sir Fran . Well , well , chargy , I won't open it ; she shall have her ...
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... wild deluge overtook the haste Ev'n of the hinds that watch'd it . Men and beasts Were borne above the tops of trees that grew On th ' utmost margin of the watermark : Then with so swift an ebb the flood drove backward , It slipt from ...
... wild deluge overtook the haste Ev'n of the hinds that watch'd it . Men and beasts Were borne above the tops of trees that grew On th ' utmost margin of the watermark : Then with so swift an ebb the flood drove backward , It slipt from ...
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... swell , And burst myself with sighing- [ Soft music . ' Tis somewhat to my humour . Stay , I fancy I'm now turn'd wild , a commoner of nature ; Of all forsaken , and forsaking all , Live in 16 A & 1 . ALL FOR LOVE ; OR ,
... swell , And burst myself with sighing- [ Soft music . ' Tis somewhat to my humour . Stay , I fancy I'm now turn'd wild , a commoner of nature ; Of all forsaken , and forsaking all , Live in 16 A & 1 . ALL FOR LOVE ; OR ,
Página 45
... wild extravagance Of love in public , and the foolish world , Which knows not tenderness , will think me mad . Vent . Oh women women ! women ! all the gods Have not such power of doing good to man As you of doing harm . Ant . Our men ...
... wild extravagance Of love in public , and the foolish world , Which knows not tenderness , will think me mad . Vent . Oh women women ! women ! all the gods Have not such power of doing good to man As you of doing harm . Ant . Our men ...
Página 75
... wilds , " And yet foreknows no hospitable inn " Is near to succour hunger , " Eats his fill before his painful march , " So would I feed a while my famish'd eyes " Before we part , for I have far to go , If death be far , and never must ...
... wilds , " And yet foreknows no hospitable inn " Is near to succour hunger , " Eats his fill before his painful march , " So would I feed a while my famish'd eyes " Before we part , for I have far to go , If death be far , and never must ...
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 99 - I will not make a business of a trifle; And yet I cannot look on you, and kill you; Pray turn your face.
Página 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.