The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...Mrs. Inchbald Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - English drama |
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... Lucius . Luc . Your hand , my lord . Cloten . Receive it friendly : but , from this time forth , I wear it as your enemy . Luc . Sir , the event Is yet to name the winner : Fare you well . [ Exeunt LUCIUS , FIRST LORD , & c . Queen . He ...
... Lucius . Luc . Your hand , my lord . Cloten . Receive it friendly : but , from this time forth , I wear it as your enemy . Luc . Sir , the event Is yet to name the winner : Fare you well . [ Exeunt LUCIUS , FIRST LORD , & c . Queen . He ...
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... Lucius , the Roman , comes to Milford Haven To - morrow : now , if you could wear a mind , Dark as your fortune is , You should tread a course Pretty , and full of view : yea , haply , near The residence of Posthumus ; so nigh , at ...
... Lucius , the Roman , comes to Milford Haven To - morrow : now , if you could wear a mind , Dark as your fortune is , You should tread a course Pretty , and full of view : yea , haply , near The residence of Posthumus ; so nigh , at ...
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... LUCIUS , VARUS , and SOLDIERS . Varus . The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners , And gentlemen of Italy ; most willing spirits , That promise noble service : and they come Under the conduct of bold Iachimo , Sienna's brother . Luc ...
... LUCIUS , VARUS , and SOLDIERS . Varus . The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners , And gentlemen of Italy ; most willing spirits , That promise noble service : and they come Under the conduct of bold Iachimo , Sienna's brother . Luc ...
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... LUCIUS , IMO- GEN , ROMAN PRISONERS , in Chains ; and POSTHU- MUS behind , guarded by BRITISH SOLDIERS . Thou com'st not , Caius , now for tribute ; that Britons have raz'd out , though with the loss Of many a bold one ; whose kinsmen ...
... LUCIUS , IMO- GEN , ROMAN PRISONERS , in Chains ; and POSTHU- MUS behind , guarded by BRITISH SOLDIERS . Thou com'st not , Caius , now for tribute ; that Britons have raz'd out , though with the loss Of many a bold one ; whose kinsmen ...
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... Lucius , ho ! I cannot , by the progress of the stars , Give guess how near to day - Lucius , I say ! I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly . When , Lucius , when ? awake , I say what , Lucius ! Enter LUCIUS . Luc . Call'd you ...
... Lucius , ho ! I cannot , by the progress of the stars , Give guess how near to day - Lucius , I say ! I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly . When , Lucius , when ? awake , I say what , Lucius ! Enter LUCIUS . Luc . Call'd you ...
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Page 32 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 2 - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roar'd ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried,
Page 33 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying...
Page 14 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch ' With his surcease success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Page 18 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.
Page 3 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Page 4 - Things that do sound so fair? — 1' the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show ? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal ; to me you speak not ; If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, (1) A man forbid, — one under a curse, accursed. Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours nor your hate.
Page 18 - I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 16 - When Duncan is asleep, (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassel so convince, That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only : When in swinish sleep Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, What cannot you and I perform upon Th' unguarded Duncan ? what not put upon.
Page 13 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting. martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, The air is delicate.