The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - 390ÆäÀÌÁö |
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Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ... Mrs. Inchbald. TILDEN LIURARY 1895 WILLIAM SAVAGE , PRINTER , BEDFORD BURY . BROTHERS CAPT : IRONSIDES WHAT ARE YOU TO THINK ?
Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ... Mrs. Inchbald. TILDEN LIURARY 1895 WILLIAM SAVAGE , PRINTER , BEDFORD BURY . BROTHERS CAPT : IRONSIDES WHAT ARE YOU TO THINK ?
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... Covent Garden, and Haymarket ... Mrs. Inchbald. BROTHERS CAPT : IRONSIDES WHAT ARE YOU TO THINK ? WHY AUT IL PAINTED BY SINGLETON THAT IT XHE NGENE IV PUBLISHD BY LONGMAN & CO . ENGRAVD BY STALKER BROTHERS ; A COMEDY , IN FIVE ACTS ; BY.
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... Ironsides has , also , his share of admirers in his ex- hibition before an audience ; and every rough sen- tence , which falls from this boisterous sailor's lips , is received as the uncouth overflowings of an honest heart . Of the ...
... Ironsides has , also , his share of admirers in his ex- hibition before an audience ; and every rough sen- tence , which falls from this boisterous sailor's lips , is received as the uncouth overflowings of an honest heart . Of the ...
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... IRONSIDES SKIFF PATERSON OLD GOODWIN PHILIP FRANCIS JONATHAN LADY DOVE SOPHIA VIOLETTA FANNY GOODWIN LUCY WATERS KITTY Mr. Yates . Mr. Clarke . Mr. Smith . Mr. Woodward . Mr. Quick . Mr. Dyer . Mr. Hull . Mr. Bensley Mr. Perry . Mr ...
... IRONSIDES SKIFF PATERSON OLD GOODWIN PHILIP FRANCIS JONATHAN LADY DOVE SOPHIA VIOLETTA FANNY GOODWIN LUCY WATERS KITTY Mr. Yates . Mr. Clarke . Mr. Smith . Mr. Woodward . Mr. Quick . Mr. Dyer . Mr. Hull . Mr. Bensley Mr. Perry . Mr ...
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... Ironside's resentment on my account , that he has declared war against the very name of Belfield ; and , in one of his whimsical passions , you know , in- sisted on my laying it aside for ever ; so that , hither- to , I have been known ...
... Ironside's resentment on my account , that he has declared war against the very name of Belfield ; and , in one of his whimsical passions , you know , in- sisted on my laying it aside for ever ; so that , hither- to , I have been known ...
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3 ÆäÀÌÁö - Adopting his portraits, are pleased with their own. Say, where has our poet this malady caught? Or wherefore his characters thus without fault? Say, was it that vainly directing his view To find out men's virtues,- and finding them few, Quite sick of pursuing each troublesome elf, He grew lazy at last, and drew from himself.
12 ÆäÀÌÁö - I shall, sir. I'll have a peep at him first, however; I've a great mind to see this outlandish spark. The sailor fellow says he'll make rare doings amongst us. (Aside. Stock. You need not wait; leave me. (Exit Servant.
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - Heaven you had leisure for the employ ; but, did you drive a trade to the four corners of the world, you would not find the task so toilsome as to keep me free from faults. Stock. Well, I am not discouraged; this candour tells me I should not have the fault of self-conceit to combat ; that, at least, is not amongst the number.
86 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis a frivolous sort of a question, that of yours; for you may see plainly enough by the young lady's looks, that she says a great deal, though she speaks never a word. Charles. Well, sister, I believe the Major has fairly interpreted the state of your heart.
54 ÆäÀÌÁö - I flatter myself you will not find him totally undeserving your good opinion; an education not of the strictest kind, and strong animal spirits, are apt sometimes to betray him into youthful irregularities; but a high principle of honour, and an uncommon benevolence, in the eye of candour, will, I hope, atone for any faults by which these good qualities are not impaired.
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have borrowed a book from your shop ; 'tis the sixth volume of my deceased friend Tristram : he is a flattering writer to us poor soldiers; and the divine story of Le Fcvre, which makes part of this book, in my opinion of it, does honour, not to its author only, but to human nature. Ful. He's an author I keep in the way of trade, but one I never relished : he is much too loose and profligate for my taste. Dud.
85 ÆäÀÌÁö - That I am bound to do, and after the happiness I shall have in sheltering a father's age from the vicissitudes of life, my next delight will be in offering you an asylum in the bosom of your country.
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - Miss Rusport, I desire to hear no more of Captain Dudley and his destitute family : not a shilling of mine shall ever cross the hands of any of them : because my sister chose to marry a beggar, am I bound to support him and his posterity.
3 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts, The Terence of England, the mender of hearts ; A flattering painter, who made it his care, To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
67 ÆäÀÌÁö - Well, sir. CHARLES. How is it, Mr. Belcour, you have done this mean, unmanly wrong, beneath the mask of generosity to give this fatal stab to our domestic peace? You might have had my thanks, my blessing; take my defiance now. 'Tis Dudley speaks to you, the brother, the protector of that injured lady. BEL. The brother? Give yourself a truer title. CHARLES. What is't you mean?