The Dramatick Works of George Colman ...: Philaster. King Lear. Epicoene; or, The silent womanT. Becket, 1777 |
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... night , as yet by publick eyes unfeen , A raw , unpractis'd novice fills the scene . Bred in the city , his theatrick star Brings him at length on this fide Temple - Bar ; Smit with the muse , the ledger he forgot , And when he wrote ...
... night , as yet by publick eyes unfeen , A raw , unpractis'd novice fills the scene . Bred in the city , his theatrick star Brings him at length on this fide Temple - Bar ; Smit with the muse , the ledger he forgot , And when he wrote ...
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... night . [ Exeunt Gal . and Megra . Dion . May your dreams be true to you ! What fhall we do , gallants ? ' Tis late . The king Is up ftill . See , he comes , and Arethusa With him . Enter King , Arethufa and guard . King . Look your ...
... night . [ Exeunt Gal . and Megra . Dion . May your dreams be true to you ! What fhall we do , gallants ? ' Tis late . The king Is up ftill . See , he comes , and Arethusa With him . Enter King , Arethufa and guard . King . Look your ...
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... nights in ftories of your praise ? Who now shall fing your crying elegies , And strike a fad foul into fenfeless pictures , And make them mourn ? Who fhall take up his lute , And touch it , till he crown a filent fleep Upon my eyelid ...
... nights in ftories of your praise ? Who now shall fing your crying elegies , And strike a fad foul into fenfeless pictures , And make them mourn ? Who fhall take up his lute , And touch it , till he crown a filent fleep Upon my eyelid ...
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... night behind you , Paft and forgotten . How your vows are frost , Faft for a night , and with the next fun gone . How you are , being taken all together , A mere confufion , and fo dead a chaos , That love cannot diftinguish . These fad ...
... night behind you , Paft and forgotten . How your vows are frost , Faft for a night , and with the next fun gone . How you are , being taken all together , A mere confufion , and fo dead a chaos , That love cannot diftinguish . These fad ...
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... night , As peaceable as fleep : My lord Philaster Brings on the prince himself . King . Kind gentleman ! I will not break the leaft word I have giv'n In promise to him . I have heap'd a world Of grief upon his head , which yet I hope To ...
... night , As peaceable as fleep : My lord Philaster Brings on the prince himself . King . Kind gentleman ! I will not break the leaft word I have giv'n In promise to him . I have heap'd a world Of grief upon his head , which yet I hope To ...
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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?