The Dramatic Works of David Garrick: To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author, Volumul 1A. Millar, 1798 - 823 pagini |
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Pagina 16
... mean by pitted her ? Lord Chalk . ' Tis a term of ours upon these occasions → I back'd her life against two old ... means , I hedg'd of a damn'd jointure , made her life an advantage to me , and so continued my filial af- fections to ...
... mean by pitted her ? Lord Chalk . ' Tis a term of ours upon these occasions → I back'd her life against two old ... means , I hedg'd of a damn'd jointure , made her life an advantage to me , and so continued my filial af- fections to ...
Pagina 20
... mean time , with walking in the grove . Mrs Tatoo . Well , come along , husband , and keep me in humour , or I shall beat you such an alarm as you never beat in all your life . [ Exeunt Mr and Mrs Tatoo , Enter FRENCHMAN singing ...
... mean time , with walking in the grove . Mrs Tatoo . Well , come along , husband , and keep me in humour , or I shall beat you such an alarm as you never beat in all your life . [ Exeunt Mr and Mrs Tatoo , Enter FRENCHMAN singing ...
Pagina 21
... mean to front a man , * Sir ? Esop . No , Sir , ' tis to you I am speaking . French Vel , Sir , I not a man ! vat is you take me for ? vat I beast ? vat 1 horse ! parbleu ! Esop . If you insist upon it , Sir , I would advise you to lay ...
... mean to front a man , * Sir ? Esop . No , Sir , ' tis to you I am speaking . French Vel , Sir , I not a man ! vat is you take me for ? vat I beast ? vat 1 horse ! parbleu ! Esop . If you insist upon it , Sir , I would advise you to lay ...
Pagina 23
... mean . Mrs Riot . And who are you , you ugly creature you ? if I see any more of you I shall die with temerity . Esop . The wise think me handsome , madam . Mrs Riot . I hate the wise ; but who are you ? Esop . I am Esop . madam ...
... mean . Mrs Riot . And who are you , you ugly creature you ? if I see any more of you I shall die with temerity . Esop . The wise think me handsome , madam . Mrs Riot . I hate the wise ; but who are you ? Esop . I am Esop . madam ...
Pagina 25
... means - ignorance , and vanity ! Mrs Riot . ( Drawing out a card ) Lady Rantan's com- pliments to Mrs Riot . SONG . I - The card invites , in crowds we fly , To join the jovial rout , full cry : What joy from cares and plagues all day ...
... means - ignorance , and vanity ! Mrs Riot . ( Drawing out a card ) Lady Rantan's com- pliments to Mrs Riot . SONG . I - The card invites , in crowds we fly , To join the jovial rout , full cry : What joy from cares and plagues all day ...
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Pagina 104 - What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.
Pagina 106 - I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Pagina 97 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Pagina 297 - tis the mind that makes the body rich; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture, and mean array.
Pagina 101 - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear: Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Pagina 97 - Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice; Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Pagina 301 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband; And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord...
Pagina 300 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
Pagina 106 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Pagina 120 - Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.