The Actor: A Treatise on the Art of Playing. Interspersed with Theatrical Anecdotes, Critical Remarks on Plays, and Occasional Observations on AudiencesR. Griffiths, 1750 - 326 sider |
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... Perhaps it would not be easy to do the publick a more acceptable fervice on the subject of these entertainments , than by informing thofe who .. are ambitious to appear in the capital parts of our plays , ( tho ' nature has deny'd them ...
... Perhaps it would not be easy to do the publick a more acceptable fervice on the subject of these entertainments , than by informing thofe who .. are ambitious to appear in the capital parts of our plays , ( tho ' nature has deny'd them ...
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... perhaps its contrary . The player has equal neceffity for addrefs and for precifion , to give the true ftrength to every paffage in his part , and to convey the fentiments delivered to his care , in their proper force and beauty . Nor ...
... perhaps its contrary . The player has equal neceffity for addrefs and for precifion , to give the true ftrength to every paffage in his part , and to convey the fentiments delivered to his care , in their proper force and beauty . Nor ...
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... perhaps ufually does ; and give ourfelves leave to judge of the feveral kinds of it , or the feveral forms at leaft under which it prefents itself to our view ; we fhould be more accurate in the determining the characters of our ...
... perhaps ufually does ; and give ourfelves leave to judge of the feveral kinds of it , or the feveral forms at leaft under which it prefents itself to our view ; we fhould be more accurate in the determining the characters of our ...
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... perhaps ought rather to be said to have a different kind of it from that of their accufers , than abfolutely to be without it . Players who please in various characters , and yet are cenfured as having very bad understandings , have ...
... perhaps ought rather to be said to have a different kind of it from that of their accufers , than abfolutely to be without it . Players who please in various characters , and yet are cenfured as having very bad understandings , have ...
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... perhaps better than the other . ' Tis Senfibility , a peculiar quality in the mind , that determines the force of the fcene ; and ' tis evident that this is a quality of more confequence in playing than in any other profeffion . In what ...
... perhaps better than the other . ' Tis Senfibility , a peculiar quality in the mind , that determines the force of the fcene ; and ' tis evident that this is a quality of more confequence in playing than in any other profeffion . In what ...
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Side 146 - Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
Side 205 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Side 190 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Side 206 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Side 45 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Side 117 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Side 321 - By Heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Side 67 - Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!
Side 145 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Side 146 - I'll smell it on the tree. — [Kissing her. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Justice to break her sword ! — One more, one more. — Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And love thee after : — One more, and this the last : So sweet was ne'er so fatal.