Plays: Goethe, J. W. von Faust. Sheridan, R. B. The rivals. Schiller, F. von Mary Stuart. Ibsen, H. A doll's house. Sardou, V. Les pattes de moucheColonial Press, 1900 |
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... wish I think I know to find . FIRST BURGHER'S DAUGHTER . - Agatha , come ! I choose not to be seen With such old hags upon the public green ; Though on St. Andrew's night she let me see My future lover bodily . SECOND BURGHER'S DAUGHTER ...
... wish I think I know to find . FIRST BURGHER'S DAUGHTER . - Agatha , come ! I choose not to be seen With such old hags upon the public green ; Though on St. Andrew's night she let me see My future lover bodily . SECOND BURGHER'S DAUGHTER ...
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... wish may wait To follow still and still in his career ! Upborne on evening's quenchless beams to greet The noiseless world illumined at my feet , Each peaceful vale , each crimson - flaming peak , Each silver rill whose tinkling waters ...
... wish may wait To follow still and still in his career ! Upborne on evening's quenchless beams to greet The noiseless world illumined at my feet , Each peaceful vale , each crimson - flaming peak , Each silver rill whose tinkling waters ...
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... morn from sleep , And bitter tears might often weep , To see the day , when its dull course is run , That brings to fruit not one small wish - not one ! That , with capricious criticising , Each taste of joy 50 GOETHE.
... morn from sleep , And bitter tears might often weep , To see the day , when its dull course is run , That brings to fruit not one small wish - not one ! That , with capricious criticising , Each taste of joy 50 GOETHE.
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... wish to lead you astray . As to this science , ' tis so hard to eschew The false way , and to hit upon the true , And so much hidden poison lurks within , That's scarce distinguished from the medicine . Methinks that here ' twere safest ...
... wish to lead you astray . As to this science , ' tis so hard to eschew The false way , and to hit upon the true , And so much hidden poison lurks within , That's scarce distinguished from the medicine . Methinks that here ' twere safest ...
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... A single puff of inflammable air , And from the ground we nimbly fare . Lightly we float . I wish the best of cheer To Doctor Faustus on his new career . VOL . II . - 5 ACT THIRD Scene I. - Auerbach's Wine - cellar , FAUST 65.
... A single puff of inflammable air , And from the ground we nimbly fare . Lightly we float . I wish the best of cheer To Doctor Faustus on his new career . VOL . II . - 5 ACT THIRD Scene I. - Auerbach's Wine - cellar , FAUST 65.
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Acres arms believe Beverley blood BURLEIGH Busonier Captain Absolute Chinon Christina CLARISSE COLOMBA comes dance dare DAVISON dear dear Nora death deed devil Doctor Rank door Earl of Leicester ELIZABETH England Enter Exit eyes faith father Faulkland FAUST fear feel gentleman give hand happy hast hate hath hear heard heart heaven HELMER honor hope husband Jack JULIA KROGSTAD lady LEICESTER letter LINDEN live look Lord LYDIA ma'am madame Mademoiselle Malaprop MARGARET Marquesas Islands marriage Marthe MARY matter MELVIL MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES.-I MORTIMER never night NORA o'er O'KELLY once paper PAUL PAULET poor PROSPER PROSPER.-Yes Queen round Scene servant Shrewsbury Sir Anthony Sir Lucius SOLANGE soul speak spirit stand sure SUZANNE sweet tell thee there's thing THIRION thou thought to-day Torvald VANHOVE VICTORIEN SARDOU what's wife wish woman word Zounds
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180 ÆäÀÌÁö - What the devil good can passion do? Passion is of no service, you impudent, insolent, overbearing reprobate ! There you sneer again ! don't provoke me! but you rely upon the mildness of my temper — you do, you dog! you play upon the meekness of my disposition ! Yet take care, the...
232 ÆäÀÌÁö - Observe me, Mr. Acres— I must not be trifled with. You have certainly challenged somebody, and you came here to fight him. Now, if that gentleman is willing to represent him, I can't see, for my soul, why it isn't just the same thing. ACRES.
216 ÆäÀÌÁö - Pray, sir, be easy ; the quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it stands ; we should only spoil it by trying to explain it. However, your memory is very short, or you could not have forgot an affront you passed on me within this week. — So, no more, but name your time and place.
193 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'm not at all prejudiced against her on that account. Mrs. Mai. You are very good and very considerate, captain. I am sure I have done everything in my power since I exploded the affair; long ago I laid my positive conjunctions on her, never to think on the fellow again; — I have since laid sir Anthony's preposition before her; but, I am sorry to say, she seems resolved to decline every particle that I enjoin her.
179 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll tell you what, Jack — I mean, you dog — if you don't, by Capt. A. What, Sir, promise to link myself to some mass of ugliness ; to Sir A. Zounds ! sirrah ! the lady shall be as ugly as I choose : she shall have a hump on each shoulder ; she shall be as crooked as the crescent ; her one eye shall roll like the bull's in Cox's museum ; she shall have a skin like a mummy, and the beard of a Jew — She shall be all this, sirrah ! yet I'll make you ogle her all day, and sit up all night, to write...
177 ÆäÀÌÁö - I did not expect it, for I was going to write to you on a little matter of business. Jack, I have been considering that I grow old and infirm, and shall probably not trouble you long. Abs. Pardon me, sir, I never saw you look more strong and hearty; and I pray frequently that you may continue so.
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why, thou perverse one ! — tell me what you can object to him ? Isn't he a handsome man ? — tell me that. A genteel man ? a pretty figure of a man ? Lyd.
124 ÆäÀÌÁö - Quid sum, miser ! tune dicturus ? Quern patronum rogaturus ? Cum vix Justus sit securus.
166 ÆäÀÌÁö - Objection!— let him object if he dare! — No, no, Mrs. Malaprop, Jack knows that the least demur puts me in a frenzy directly. My process was always very simple — in their younger days, 'twas "Jack, do this;" — if he demurred, I knocked him down — and if he grumbled at that, I always sent him out of the room. Mrs. Mal. Ay, and the properest way, o
163 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here, my dear Lucy, hide these books. Quick, quick Fling Peregrine Pickle under the toilet - throw Roderick Random into the closet - put The Innocent Adultery...