Theatrical Anecdotes: Or Fun and Curiosities of the Play, the Playhouse, and the Players

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Chatto and Windus, 1882 - 328 páginas
 

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Página 183 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Página 263 - Where their vast courts the mother-strumpets keep, And, undisturb'd by watch, in silence sleep. Near these a Nursery erects its head, Where queens are form'd, and future heroes bred ; Where unfledg'd actors learn to laugh and cry, } Where infant punks their tender voices try, [• And little Maximins the gods defy.
Página 128 - twould a saint provoke" (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke), " No, let a charming chintz, and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And, Betty, give this cheek a little red.
Página 223 - See! how she leans her cheek upon her hand: O! that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek.
Página 186 - Be absolute for death ; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep. A breath thou art (Servile to all the skyey influences) That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Página 194 - If I were a woman, I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me, and breaths that I defied not...
Página 204 - Before the piece was brought out, I had a number of children brought to me, that I might choose a Cupid. .One . struck me, with a fine pair of black eyes, who seemed by his looks and little gestures...
Página 30 - WEEP with me, all you that read This little story; And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As Heaven and Nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.
Página 187 - Be witness for me, ye celestial hosts, Such mercy and such pardon as my soul Accords to thee, and begs of Heaven to show thee ; May such befall me at my latest hour, And make my portion blest or curst forever.

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