Alexander's Modern Acting Drama: Consisting of the Most Popular Plays Produced at the Philadelphia Theatres and Elsewhere, Volume 6Carey & Hart, 1835 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 231 - I'll make short work of this: I'll go to Newmarket, where the lords do bring their cattle, and settle matters in a hurry." So I went, and mighty pleased I was; for the jockey lords called me 'squire, you see, and clapping me on the back, in this manner, says, " 'Squire, your horse will beat every thing! " Ld. A. Indeed! Tyke. Yes, yes, that was pleasant enough. But, unluckily, the jockey lads told me a cursed heap o' lies; for ma horse always came in lag last.
Pagina 118 - ... and bring it to me. Do not be afraid that the liquor will spoil your clothes, for it is not oil, and the lamp will be dry as soon as it is thrown out. If you have a mind to any of the fruit of the garden, you may gather as much as you please.
Pagina 120 - What wouldst thou have? I am ready to obey thee as thy slave; I, and the other slaves of the lamp.
Pagina 232 - A. What could you say to avert your fate ? Tyke. Why, I told the judge — says I, my lord, I hope you'll excuse my not being used to this kind of tackle — exchange is no robbery, mistakes of this kind will happen ; but, I assure you, I've kept the best of company with the jockey lords, and such like as yourself.
Pagina 232 - I've kept the best of company with the jockey lords, and such like as yourself. So they all smiled, as much as to say, he's one of us, like — and I thought all was right enough ; but the judge puts him on a black cap, and, without saying with your leave, or ony thing, orders me to be hanged.
Pagina 158 - Can I decline a Nymph divine? Her voice as a flute is dulcis. Her oculus bright, her manus white, And soft, when I tacto, her pulse is. Rorum, Corum, sunt divorum, Harum, Scarum divo; Tag-rag, merry-derry, periwig and hat-band Hie hoc horum genitive.
Pagina 232 - Well! Tyke. Why, they wrote word, I think, that you had been called up to t'other house — but then I did not know where that was — and that you was sent abroad by government : — I was sorry to hear that, because I knew what that was by myself like — not that it surprised me, because I heard of your always being at Cockpit, and I guessed what that would end in.
Pagina 235 - In the country, perhaps ? Tyke. No : I was out of the country. Mr. F. Abroad? Tyke. Yes. Mr. F. What, run out a little, eh — rather out at the elbows ? Tyke. A good deal. Mr. F. You'll excuse me ; but I see things in a moment — What...
Pagina 234 - While his lordship is engaged with the general, no harm in taking a peep Charming rooms ! fit for expanded genius like mine: — here I shall meander through these enchanting labyrinths, till I reach the closet — the sanctum sanctorum — the eh ! somebody in that room : it would be cursed mal-a-propos to stumble on the peer before I'm introduced — but he's safe with the general, so never mind. Enter TYKE, in a different Coat. Sir, your most devoted servant. Tyke. Same to you, sir; same to you.
Pagina 238 - What ! record a father's death without a tear ? Tyke. Tear! Do you think a villain who has a father's death to answer for can cry? — No, no, I feel a pack of dogs worrying my heart, and my eyes on fire — but I can't cry. [A vacant stare of horror. Lord A. And is this desolation my work ? — Oh, repent! repent! Tyke. [Starting up.'] For what? is not father dead? — a'nt I a thief — cursed — hated — hunted ? Why should I be afraid of the devil?