Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, Volume 11George Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1826 - English drama |
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... leave to the decision of less sanguine temperaments than our own . We have not yet so much the Roman in us ! But , if we were to venture an opinion , we should say " Tis pride , rank pride , and haughtiness of soul : We think the Romans ...
... leave to the decision of less sanguine temperaments than our own . We have not yet so much the Roman in us ! But , if we were to venture an opinion , we should say " Tis pride , rank pride , and haughtiness of soul : We think the Romans ...
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... leave me ; not in anger leave me . Br . Anger ? What's that ? I am content with folly ; Anger is madness , and above my aim ! [ Music heard Hark ! here is music for thee , -food for love , And beauty to serve in the rich repast ...
... leave me ; not in anger leave me . Br . Anger ? What's that ? I am content with folly ; Anger is madness , and above my aim ! [ Music heard Hark ! here is music for thee , -food for love , And beauty to serve in the rich repast ...
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... I must not , would not , could not , yield Tarquinia . Nay - let me go - or my rack'd heart will break . Br . Leave me . Retire . Thine is no Roman heart . Ere long the moon wil change - the moon - SCENE 11. ] 21 BRUTUS .
... I must not , would not , could not , yield Tarquinia . Nay - let me go - or my rack'd heart will break . Br . Leave me . Retire . Thine is no Roman heart . Ere long the moon wil change - the moon - SCENE 11. ] 21 BRUTUS .
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... leave that shame . Tul . If then ' twill better sate thy cruelty , Precipitate me quick into those flames , And with the wreck of empire mix my ashes . Br . Take her to Rhea's temple ; take her hence , And lodge her with her ancestors ...
... leave that shame . Tul . If then ' twill better sate thy cruelty , Precipitate me quick into those flames , And with the wreck of empire mix my ashes . Br . Take her to Rhea's temple ; take her hence , And lodge her with her ancestors ...
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... leaves but half a soul for Rome and me ! Ti . You wrong me . Like a Roman I exult To see Lucretia's murder thus avenged- And like a son glory in such a father ! Yet hear me through . - Nay , do not frown , but hear me.- Br . Go on ...
... leaves but half a soul for Rome and me ! Ti . You wrong me . Like a Roman I exult To see Lucretia's murder thus avenged- And like a son glory in such a father ! Yet hear me through . - Nay , do not frown , but hear me.- Br . Go on ...
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Page 24 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered, — We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Page 17 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 26 - Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Page 8 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...
Page 22 - Not to-day, O Lord, O, not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown ! I Richard's body have interred new ; And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, Than from it issued forced drops of blood. Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, Who twice...
Page 62 - Hear him but reason in divinity, And all-admiring with an inward wish You would desire the king were made a prelate : Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs, You would say it hath been...
Page 24 - He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, 70 And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice As full of labour as a wise man's art: For folly that he wisely shows is fit; But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.
Page 24 - That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd — the feast of Crispian ; He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He, that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends, And say — to-morrow is Saint Crispian : Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Page 27 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 24 - This day is call'd the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say, To-morrow is Saint Crispian: Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, These wounds I had on Crispin's day.