Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, Volume 20George Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1828 |
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... CARRYDOT . - Dark - green single - breasted coat - green waistcoat with lappets - green breeches - white stockings - shoes and buckles . HENRY . - Blue and white striped jacket - white trousers - black belt and buckle - loose black ...
... CARRYDOT . - Dark - green single - breasted coat - green waistcoat with lappets - green breeches - white stockings - shoes and buckles . HENRY . - Blue and white striped jacket - white trousers - black belt and buckle - loose black ...
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... Carry dot be taking a morning's ride , zur . Sir L. Upon business ? And . Na ; upon Dobbin . - Can't ye wait a bit , zur ? Sir L. I'll wait a little ; but , if he hasn't done airing in six weeks or two months , the chance is , I'll be ...
... Carry dot be taking a morning's ride , zur . Sir L. Upon business ? And . Na ; upon Dobbin . - Can't ye wait a bit , zur ? Sir L. I'll wait a little ; but , if he hasn't done airing in six weeks or two months , the chance is , I'll be ...
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... CARRYDOT , R. , with spectacles on . Is it Mr. Carrydot I'm talking to ? Car . ( R. ) I'm very sorry , sir , I wasn't at home to re- ceive you . Sir L. ( c . ) Short speeches , my dear creature , for we're upon business . Just run your ...
... CARRYDOT , R. , with spectacles on . Is it Mr. Carrydot I'm talking to ? Car . ( R. ) I'm very sorry , sir , I wasn't at home to re- ceive you . Sir L. ( c . ) Short speeches , my dear creature , for we're upon business . Just run your ...
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... Car . [ Opens the letter and reads . ] " Mr. Carrydot , the bearer of this is my dear and intimate friend , Sir Lawrence M'Murragh , of - of Ballygrennanclonfergus . " Sir L. That's my estate in Ireland . Car . You'll excuse me , Sir ...
... Car . [ Opens the letter and reads . ] " Mr. Carrydot , the bearer of this is my dear and intimate friend , Sir Lawrence M'Murragh , of - of Ballygrennanclonfergus . " Sir L. That's my estate in Ireland . Car . You'll excuse me , Sir ...
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... Carrydot . ' Twas my friend , your own na- rural lord and master , that finished the job . Car . Lord Alamode ? Sir L. His own dear self ; -fair and easy , about six in the morning . The run had been against me pretty smart , and I grew ...
... Carrydot . ' Twas my friend , your own na- rural lord and master , that finished the job . Car . Lord Alamode ? Sir L. His own dear self ; -fair and easy , about six in the morning . The run had been against me pretty smart , and I grew ...
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Page 56 - More strange than true : I never may believe These antique fables nor these fairy toys. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
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Page 65 - Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon ; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud.
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Page 66 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend...
Page 56 - The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; Or, in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear ? Hip.
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