The Critic: Or, a Tragedy Rehearsed : a Dramatic Piece in Two Acts |
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Hem . I feel thy pressure in my heart - I have theeI clasp thee here , while all my senses rush In the full throb of rapture ! all my being Seems gathered in the pulse that beats to thee : I am beloved , I am beloved ! Flor . Hemeya !
Hem . I feel thy pressure in my heart - I have theeI clasp thee here , while all my senses rush In the full throb of rapture ! all my being Seems gathered in the pulse that beats to thee : I am beloved , I am beloved ! Flor . Hemeya !
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Flor . I confess that I am grateful to thee . Hem . Do not talk Of chilling gratitude ; in the dread moment When death hung hov'ring o'er thee , I did hear— Oh ! I did hear thee say , that death itself Was welcome here ! was welcome in ...
Flor . I confess that I am grateful to thee . Hem . Do not talk Of chilling gratitude ; in the dread moment When death hung hov'ring o'er thee , I did hear— Oh ! I did hear thee say , that death itself Was welcome here ! was welcome in ...
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Hem . I feel thy pressure in my heart - I have theeI clasp thee here , while all my senses rush In the full throb of rapture ! all my being Seems gathered in the pulse that beats to thee : I am beloved , I am beloved ! Flor . Hemeya !
Hem . I feel thy pressure in my heart - I have theeI clasp thee here , while all my senses rush In the full throb of rapture ! all my being Seems gathered in the pulse that beats to thee : I am beloved , I am beloved ! Flor . Hemeya !
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Flor . I confess that I am grateful to thee . Hem . Do not talk Of chilling gratitude ; in the dread moment When death hung hov'ring o'er thee , I did hearOh ! I did hear thee say , that death itself Was welcome here ! was welcome in my ...
Flor . I confess that I am grateful to thee . Hem . Do not talk Of chilling gratitude ; in the dread moment When death hung hov'ring o'er thee , I did hearOh ! I did hear thee say , that death itself Was welcome here ! was welcome in my ...
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Flor . Oh , my dear father , Florinda can be wretched , if you please , But not ungrateful , too ! Alv . Give me thy hand : -you love the Moor ? Flor . My lord ! Alv . Come , you confess it ; Your looks reveal your heart : and Count ...
Flor . Oh , my dear father , Florinda can be wretched , if you please , But not ungrateful , too ! Alv . Give me thy hand : -you love the Moor ? Flor . My lord ! Alv . Come , you confess it ; Your looks reveal your heart : and Count ...
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33 ÆäÀÌÁö - We have not seen the gentleman, but he has the family you mention. TONY. The daughter, a tall, trapesing, trolloping, talkative maypole — the son, a pretty, well-bred, agreeable youth, that everybody is fond of ! MARLOW. Our information differs in this. The daughter is said to be well-bred and beautiful; the son, an awkward booby, reared up and spoiled at his mother's apron-string.
27 ÆäÀÌÁö - And am I to blame ? The poor boy was always too sickly to do any good. A school would be his death. When he comes to be a little stronger, who knows what a year or two's Latin may do for him ? HARD.
28 ÆäÀÌÁö - You know our agreement, sir. You allow me the morning to receive and pay visits, and to dress in my own manner; and in the evening, I put on my housewife's dress to please you.
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - Squire Lumpkin was the finest gentleman I ever set my eyes on. For winding the straight horn, or beating a thicket for a hare, or a wench, he never had his fellow.
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'm resolved to keep up the delusion. Tell me, Pimple, how do you like my present dress? Don't you think I look something like Cherry in the Beaux
29 ÆäÀÌÁö - My dear papa, why will you mortify one so ? Well, if he refuses, instead of breaking my heart at his indifference, I'll only break my glass for its flattery, set my cap to some newer fashion, and look out for some less difficult admirer.
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - I believe they may. They look woundily like Frenchmen. Tony. Then desire them to step this way, and I'll set them right in a twinkling. (Exit LANDLORD.) Gentlemen, as they mayn't be good enough company for you, step down for a moment, and I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon.
27 ÆäÀÌÁö - Goodness! what a quantity of superfluous silk hast thou got about thee, girl ! I could never teach the fools of this age, that the indigent world could be clothed out of the trimmings of the vain.
35 ÆäÀÌÁö - LANDLORD: [Apart to Tony] Sure, you ben't sending them to your father's as an inn, be you? TONY: Mum, you fool, you. Let them find that out.