Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, 20. ciltGeorge Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1828 |
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... dear highness , says I ( for we talked very familiarly ) . I am the chief magistrate of this village . I know the Ottoman Porte has not more loyal subjects in his whole province of Servia ; and , as for your highness - always talking of ...
... dear highness , says I ( for we talked very familiarly ) . I am the chief magistrate of this village . I know the Ottoman Porte has not more loyal subjects in his whole province of Servia ; and , as for your highness - always talking of ...
Sayfa 10
... dear Yuseph Ben Yacoul Ben Mustapha , at the same time most graciously laughing at me , with great condescension- [ Flourish of drums and trumpets without , L. But here he comes . Now you shall see how his high- ness is pleased to ...
... dear Yuseph Ben Yacoul Ben Mustapha , at the same time most graciously laughing at me , with great condescension- [ Flourish of drums and trumpets without , L. But here he comes . Now you shall see how his high- ness is pleased to ...
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With Remarks, Biographical and Critical George Daniel, John Cumberland. Lil . Oh dear , sir , that's not it - there's no harm be- tween us , indeed , sir . He would make me his lawful wife , but my hard - hearted brother wants me to ...
With Remarks, Biographical and Critical George Daniel, John Cumberland. Lil . Oh dear , sir , that's not it - there's no harm be- tween us , indeed , sir . He would make me his lawful wife , but my hard - hearted brother wants me to ...
Sayfa 13
... dear Lilla ? Ghi . Why , Peter has locked her up , to keep her from your rival , Leopold . Yus . Oh , that's a desperate dog . always in a fury , and always pretending to keep his temper ! that fellow's the very torch of sedition , and ...
... dear Lilla ? Ghi . Why , Peter has locked her up , to keep her from your rival , Leopold . Yus . Oh , that's a desperate dog . always in a fury , and always pretending to keep his temper ! that fellow's the very torch of sedition , and ...
Sayfa 14
... his highness is waiting for me . [ Crosses to R. Pet . My dear Yuseph , you had better not leave us . Yus . Indeed , I beg your pardon - our good - humoured friend may come back , and knock my brains out 14 [ ACT 1 . THE SIEGE OF BELGRADE .
... his highness is waiting for me . [ Crosses to R. Pet . My dear Yuseph , you had better not leave us . Yus . Indeed , I beg your pardon - our good - humoured friend may come back , and knock my brains out 14 [ ACT 1 . THE SIEGE OF BELGRADE .
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Sayfa 54 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream : it shall be called Bottom's Dream...
Sayfa 56 - More strange than true : I never may believe These antique fables nor these fairy toys. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
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Sayfa 65 - Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon ; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud.
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Sayfa 24 - ... the seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose; and on old Hiems' thin and icy crown an odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds is, as in mockery, set...
Sayfa 66 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend...
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