Sharpe's British Theatre, Volume 6J. Sharpe, 1804 - English drama |
Common terms and phrases
Altamont beauty Bell blefs Calista Cant Charl Charlotte charms Darn Darnley daughter dear death devil Doctor Cantwell Enter Sir ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes false father favour forgive friendship give glad hand happineſs happy Hark ye hear heart Heav'n Honeycombe honour hope Horatio hufsy humour husband JOHN LAMBERT JOHN SHARPE Lady Cons Lady Constant ladyship LAMBERT laugh Lavinia Ledger letter look Lord Etheridge Loth Lothario Love Lovemore ma'am madam mama marry mifs Mign Mignionet mind Muslin never nursee Old Lady Lamb pafsion papa pity Polly poor pow'r pray racter SCENE Sciolto Scrib Scribble servant Seyw Seyward shame shew Sideboard Sir Bash Sir Bril Sir John sorrows soul sure tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast thought Tipstaff turn virtue Widow Bellmour wife woman wretch Zounds
Popular passages
Page 45 - Are wasted all, and fled ; those that remain Are doom'd to weeping, anguish, and repentance. I come to charge thee with a long account Of all the sorrows I have known already, And all I have to come ; thou hast undone me.
Page 23 - Fatally fair they are, and in their smiles The graces, little loves, and young desires inhabit ; But all that gaze upon 'em are undone; For they are false, luxurious in their appetites, And all the heaven they hope for is variety : One lover to...
Page 15 - All are my children, and shall share my heart. But wherefore waste we thus this happy day .
Page 59 - That I must die, it is my only comfort ; Death is the privilege of human nature, And life without it were not worth our taking.
Page 50 - For all the sorrows which my age is curs'd with. I think my name as great, my friends as potent, As any in the state ; all shall be summon'd ; I know that all will join their hands to ours, And vindicate thy vengeance.
Page 23 - I wo' not press to know what you forbid me. Yet, my lov'd lord, yet you must grant me this, Forget your cares for this one happy day, Devote this day to mirth, and to your Altamont; For his dear sake, let peace be in your looks.
Page 56 - Tell her, 'tis for her you stay; " Bid her die and come away. " See the sexton with his spade, " See the grave already made ; " Listen, fair one, to toy knell, " This music is thy passing bell.
Page 58 - BELLMOUR hums a tune.] Do, my dear madam, mind what I say : I am at times very considerate. I make my remarks, and I see very plainly — Lord, ma'am, what am I doing? I am talking to you for your own good, and you are all in the air, and no more mind me, no, no more than if I was nothing at all.
Page 58 - I make my remarks, and I see very plainly — Lord, Ma'am, what am I doing ! I am talking to you for your own good, and you are all in the air, and no more mind me ; no, no more than if I was nothing at all. Mrs. Bell.
Page 42 - Sir Bash. You have not hit the right nail on the head. No, not jealous. Do her justice, I am safe as to that point. My lady has high notions of honour. No, it is not that.