Lacy's Acting Edition of Plays, Dramas, Farces and Extravagances, Etc., Etc: As Performed at the Various Theatres ...T. H. Lacy, 1849 |
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Σελίδα 24
... Angels guard thee ! ZANTH . For what - if I abandon thee ? Plead not Against my right — no , I will cling to thee Till the last pulse hath fluttered at thy heart , And wrap me in thy winding sheet . HERN . ( breaking from her to R ...
... Angels guard thee ! ZANTH . For what - if I abandon thee ? Plead not Against my right — no , I will cling to thee Till the last pulse hath fluttered at thy heart , And wrap me in thy winding sheet . HERN . ( breaking from her to R ...
Σελίδα 28
... angel , Death ! She's cold but constant , Duke . LEO . ( in a firm tone ) I understand you not : but yet believe There is no cause for desperation here . The man who aims at thy head risks his own . My guest , and in the name of heaven ...
... angel , Death ! She's cold but constant , Duke . LEO . ( in a firm tone ) I understand you not : but yet believe There is no cause for desperation here . The man who aims at thy head risks his own . My guest , and in the name of heaven ...
Σελίδα 48
... angel . HERN . ( with inward bitterness ) Yes , ' tis our guardian angel . ( horn sounds again ) Ah ! again . ZANTH . ' Tis thine own signal ! HERN . Do you recognise it ? ZANTH . I do . HERN . ( aside ) And so do I. ZANTH . Again ! Who ...
... angel . HERN . ( with inward bitterness ) Yes , ' tis our guardian angel . ( horn sounds again ) Ah ! again . ZANTH . ' Tis thine own signal ! HERN . Do you recognise it ? ZANTH . I do . HERN . ( aside ) And so do I. ZANTH . Again ! Who ...
Σελίδα 49
... angel to , a demon Waits me ! a desperate life I pledged to him . How different is the coin in which I pay The fatal debt ! Yet all is still again . Perhaps ( Heaven grant it ) ' twas the sound deceived me . ( The MASK in the black ...
... angel to , a demon Waits me ! a desperate life I pledged to him . How different is the coin in which I pay The fatal debt ! Yet all is still again . Perhaps ( Heaven grant it ) ' twas the sound deceived me . ( The MASK in the black ...
Σελίδα 17
... angel had crossed my path , to lead me to the pure joys that attend on wedded love ; but you willed that it should not be so - they - an implacable father - a brother - a jealous , and envious sister -willed that it should not be so ...
... angel had crossed my path , to lead me to the pure joys that attend on wedded love ; but you willed that it should not be so - they - an implacable father - a brother - a jealous , and envious sister -willed that it should not be so ...
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
AGAMEM AGAMEMNON AJAX ALICE aloud ANGEL Barlow BERTURCIO BIDDY BOLING Bolingbroke BRIAN CADE CADEROUSSE CALCH CAPTAIN CARL CHARLES CLARIS CLARISSA comes CORNE Corney CROSSTREE DAME Danglars Dantés dear DICK door DORA dress Duke EDMOND EDWIN Enter Exeunt Exit FARIA father FERNAND FLUK FUSSLE FUSSLETON GERALD girl give GLAUCE GRICE hand happy HATC hath hear heart heaven HELEN HERN Hernani honour JACK king lady laugh LAZON LAZONBY letter look lord Lovelace LUCY madam married MARY MENEL Menelaus MERC Mercedés Miss Monsieur MONTE CRISTO MOREL MUDDLE MUSHA NELLY never OLD CURIOSITY SHOP PARIS PATTY PENNY Pennythorne PENRYN poor PORNIC PYEF QUILP RICHARD Richard II SCENE Scroggins SHAUN speak STAN sure SUSAN SWIV TATTLE tell thee there's THOMAS HAILES LACY thou Tregarvon TRENT uncle Villefort What's wife WIGGLE young ZANTH
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Σελίδα 36 - All murdered : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be feared, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable...
Σελίδα 56 - God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience ; — That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Σελίδα 35 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth...
Σελίδα 9 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience ; — That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Σελίδα 20 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Σελίδα 36 - For Heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings ; — How some have been deposed, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed ; Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping killed; All murdered.
Σελίδα 10 - Ay, truly ; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness : this was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof.
Σελίδα 17 - And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol, or a harp ; Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
Σελίδα 36 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Σελίδα 41 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave; Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...