The Dramatick Works of George Colman ...: Philaster. King Lear. Epicoene; or, The silent womanT. Becket, 1777 |
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... friend , whom he is happy to oblige , when he sees himself the instrument of restoring Philafter to the theatre , of difplaying new graces in Mrs. Yates , and of calling forth the extraordinary powers of so promif ing a genius for the ...
... friend , whom he is happy to oblige , when he sees himself the instrument of restoring Philafter to the theatre , of difplaying new graces in Mrs. Yates , and of calling forth the extraordinary powers of so promif ing a genius for the ...
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... friends , befides the gods , Το part fo calmly with it , and sit still , And fay , I might have been . ' I tell thee , Phara- mond , When thou art king , look I be dead and rotten , And my name afhes : For , hear me , Pharamond , This ...
... friends , befides the gods , Το part fo calmly with it , and sit still , And fay , I might have been . ' I tell thee , Phara- mond , When thou art king , look I be dead and rotten , And my name afhes : For , hear me , Pharamond , This ...
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... friends , And from this prefence , spite of all these stops , You fhould hear further from me . King . Sir , you wrong the prince : I gave you not this freedom to brave our beft friends . You do deserve our frown : Go to , be better ...
... friends , And from this prefence , spite of all these stops , You fhould hear further from me . King . Sir , you wrong the prince : I gave you not this freedom to brave our beft friends . You do deserve our frown : Go to , be better ...
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... Friends , no more ; Our ears may be corrupted : ' Tis an age We dare not truft our wills to : Do you love me ? Thra . Do we love Heav'n and honour ? Phi . My lord Dion , You had a virtuous gentlewoman call'd you Is the yet alive ? Dion ...
... Friends , no more ; Our ears may be corrupted : ' Tis an age We dare not truft our wills to : Do you love me ? Thra . Do we love Heav'n and honour ? Phi . My lord Dion , You had a virtuous gentlewoman call'd you Is the yet alive ? Dion ...
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... friends in her face may fteal my foul out : There's all the danger in't : But be what may , Her fingle name hath armed me . Dion . Go on : And be as truly happy as thou art fearless : [ Exit . Come , gentlemen , let's make our friends ...
... friends in her face may fteal my foul out : There's all the danger in't : But be what may , Her fingle name hath armed me . Dion . Go on : And be as truly happy as thou art fearless : [ Exit . Come , gentlemen , let's make our friends ...
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againſt Arethufa art thou Beaumont and Fletcher Bellario beſt Cler Clere Clerimont Cord Cordelia Cornw Cutberd daughter dear Dion doft Edgar Edmund Enter Epicone Exeunt Exit eyes fafe father fellow fervant fervice fhall fhould fifter fince firſt fleep fome foul fpeak friends ftand ftill fuch fword gentlemen give Glo'fter Gloc Glocefter gods Gonerill hath hear heart Heav'n himſelf honour houſe John Daw Kent King La-F La-Foole lady Lear lord madam mafter Mavis Megra miſtreſs moft Morofe moſt muft muſt myſelf night Otter Pharamond Philafter pleaſe pleaſure pray preſently prince princeſs Regan ſay Scene ſee ſhall ſhe SILENT WOMAN Sir Amorous Sir Dauphine Sir John Daw ſpeak Stew ſuch tell thee thefe theſe thoſe Thra Tom Otter Truewit uſe Where's yourſelf
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Side 188 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Side 193 - Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Side 183 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Side 122 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
Side 193 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Side 101 - There is no scene which does not contribute to the aggravation of the distress or conduct of the action, and scarce a line which does not conduce to the progress of the scene. So powerful is the current of the poet's imagination, that the mind which once ventures within it, is hurried irresistibly along.
Side 154 - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow" not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's.
Side 156 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
Side 157 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Side 186 - What, art mad ? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?