Sharpe's British Theatre, Volume 7J. Sharpe, 1804 - English drama |
Common terms and phrases
Alith Alithea Alon Alonzo art thou Beau Belv Belvidera Belville better blood bosom brother confefs curs'd curse dæmon dagger damn'd dear death Don Carlos dost e'er Enter MOODY Exeunt Exit eyes fate Fath father fear fool gentleman girl give gone good-natur'd hand happineſs Harc Harcourt hate hear heart Heav'n honour hope husband Jaffier kifs laugh lefs Leon Leonora look lord lov'd Lucy ma'am madam Maria marry Mifs Nacky ne'er never night Old Phil on't pafsion peace Peggy Pier Pierre poor pray Prithee Renault revenge rogue SCENE senate servant shew sigh Sir Jasp Sir Jasper sister sorrows soul Spark Sparkish speak sure talk tears tell thee There's thing thou art thou hast thought town trembling Twas Venice villain virtue What's wife Wild woman wretch write young Zanga
Popular passages
Page 74 - Then hear me, bounteous heaven ; Pour down your blessings on this beauteous head, Where everlasting sweets are always springing : . With a continual giving hand, let peace, Honour, and safety, always hover round her ; Feed her with plenty, let her eyes ne'er see A sight of sorrow, nor her heart know mourning : Crown all her days with joy, her nights with rest Harmless as her own thoughts, and prop...
Page 37 - Look not upon me, as I am a woman, But as a bone, thy wife, thy friend, who long Has had admission to thy heart, and there...
Page 28 - To you, sirs, and your honours, I bequeath her, And with her this, when I prove unworthy — [Gives a dagger. You know the rest: — then strike it to her heart; And tell her, he, who three whole happy years Lay in her arms, and each kind night repeated The passionate vows of still-increasing love, Sent that reward for all her truth and sufferings.
Page 15 - Lead me, lead me, my virgins, To that kind voice. My lord, my love, my refuge ! Happy my eyes, when they behold thy face ! My heavy heart will leave its doleful beating At sight of thee, and bound with sprightly joys.
Page 9 - There's not a wretch that lives on common charity But's happier than me : For I have known The luscious sweets of plenty; every night Have slept with soft content about my head, And never wak'd but to a joyful morning ; Yet now must fall like a full ear of corn, Whose blossom 'scap'd, yet's wither'd in the ripening.
Page 8 - A sterile fortune and a barren bed Attend you both : continual discord make Your days and nights bitter and grievous still : May the hard hand of a vexatious need Oppress and grind you, till at last you find The curse of disobedience all your portion ! Jaf.
Page 62 - I've lost All my soul's peace; for every thought of him Strikes my sense hard, and deads it in my brains; Wouldst thou believe it? Belv. Speak.
Page 16 - When banished by our miseries abroad, (As suddenly we shall be) to seek out, In some far climate where our names are strangers, For charitable succour ; wilt thou then, When in a bed of straw we shrink together, And the bleak winds shall whistle round our heads ; Wilt thou then talk thus to me ? Wilt thou then Hush my cares thus, and shelter me with love ? Belv.
Page 19 - tis so with me; — For every step I tread, methinks some fiend Knocks at my breast, and bids it not be quiet: I've heard, how desperate wretches, like myself, Have wandered out at this dead time of night To meet the foe of mankind in his walk: Sure I'm so curst, that, tho' of Heaven forsaken, No minister of darkness cares to tempt me.
Page 5 - Sure all our swearers might be laid aside: No, of such tools our author has no need, To make his plot, or make his play succeed; He, of black Bills, has no prodigious tales, Or Spanish pilgrims...