The life of Edmund Kean [by B.W. Procter].

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Page 99 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each.
Page 109 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Page 109 - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Page xxiii - A farther excellence in Betterton, was, that he could vary his spirit to the different characters he acted. Those wild impatient starts, that fierce and flashing fire, which he threw into Hotspur, never came from the unruffled temper of his Brutus; (for I have, more than once seen a Brutus as warm as Hotspur) when the Betterton Brutus was...
Page xl - With respect to the extravagance of actors, as a traditional character, it is not to be wondered at. They live from hand to mouth ; they plunge from want into luxury ; they have no means of making money breed ; and all professions that do not live by turning money into money, or have not a certainty of accumulating it iu the end by parsimony, spend it.
Page 36 - I say to you ? Should I not say, " Hath a dog money ? is it possible, A cur can lend three thousand ducats ? " or Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, With 'bated breath, and whispering humbleness, Say this, — " Fair, sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last ; You spurned me such a day ; another time You called me — dog ; and for these courtesies I'll lend you thus much moneys.
Page 270 - What was my astonishment, to see him, as the scene opened, standing in the centre of the stage, his arms crossed, and his whole attitude one of thoughtful solemnity. His dress was splendid ; and thunders of applause greeted him from all parts of the house. To display the one, and give time for the other, were the objects for which he stood fixed for several minutes, and sacrificed the sense of the situation. He spoke ; but what a speech ! The one I wrote, consisted of eight or nine lines ; his, was...
Page xliii - It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods ; To tell them that this world did equal theirs Till they had stol'n our jewel.
Page 240 - Let us be no longer fools. Come home ; forget and forgive. If I have erred, it was my head, not my heart, and most severely have I suffered for it. My future life shall be employed in contributing to your happiness ; and you, I trust, will return that feeling by a total obliteration of the past. " Your wild but really affectionate husband, '"EDMUND KEAN.
Page 256 - SIR, I have the honour to acknowledge the receipt of your letter, announcing the transmission of a valuable sword, which you teach me to receive as a token of the flattering estimation, in which my professional exertions, in the northern capital, are held by yourself, and a portion of that public, to whose fostering indulgence I am already bound in lasting gratitude. To those unknown patrons, in whose name...

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