Representative Plays by American Dramatists, Volumen1Montrose Jonas Moses E.P. Dutton, 1918 - 678 páginas [In three volumes ; v.1]: 1765-1819. |
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ADELA American ANDRÉ arms ARSACES BETHAS blood BOATSWAIN bosom brave breast brother Captain CHARLOTTE CHEKITAN CHRISTINE CLEONE Colonel dare dear death devil DIMPLE drama Dunlap EDESSA Enter ev'ry EVANTHE Exeunt Exit eyes father fear FRANKTON give GOTARZES GRIMOSCO happy HARRIET haste hear heart Heaven HONNYMAN HONORA honour hope HUMPHRY Indian JASPER JERRY JESSAMY JONATHAN KATE KIDNAPPER King lady LAROLE LARRY LENOX LETITIA liberty look LORD BOSTON LOVEYET LYSIAS M'DONALD madam MANLY MARIA married Mercy Warren MOCKLAW MONELIA Music never o'er Parthia PENDRAGON PERCY Philadelphia PHILIP PHRAATES play POCAHONTAS PONTEACH POWHATAN Prince PRINCESS revenge ROBIN ROLFE Royall Tyler SCENE shew soldier soul spirit sure sweet sword tears tell TENESCO Theatre thee thou thought thro TORAX TOUPEE TRUEMAN VARDANES Vonones WALTER warriors WHIG William Dunlap WORTHNOUGHT wretched young
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Página 460 - I protest he'll give us the vapours. MANLY Though sentiment and gravity, I know, are banished the polite world, yet, I hoped, they might find some countenance in the meeting of such near connections as brother and sister. CHARLOTTE Positively, brother, if you go one step further in this strain, you will set me crying, and that, you know, would spoil my eyes; and then I should never get the husband which our good papa and mamma have so kindly wished me — never be established in the world. MANLY...
Página 452 - Begin, you tormentors ! your threats are in vain, For the son of Alknomook will never complain. Remember the arrows he shot from his bow, Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low. Why so slow ? Do you wait till I shrink from the pain ? No ; the son of Alknomook shall never complain.
Página 221 - Hear this, and tremble! you, who 'scape the Laws. Yes, while I live, no rich or noble knave ^/ Shall walk the World, in credit, to his grave.
Página 452 - The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day; But glory remains when their lights fade away! Begin, ye tormentors! your threats are in vain, For the son of Alknomook shall never complain. Remember the arrows he shot from his bow; Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low : Why so slow? — do you wait till I shrink from the pain? No— the son of Alknomook will never complain.
Página 444 - Exult, each patriot heart ! — this night is shewn A piece, which we may fairly call our own; Where the proud titles of "My Lord ! Your Grace !" To humble Mr. and plain Sir give place. Our Author pictures not from foreign climes The fashions or the follies of the times; But has confin'd the subject of his work To the gay scenes — the circles of New- York.
Página 469 - Nature has hardly formed a woman ugly enough to be insensible to flattery upon her person; if her face is so shocking, that she must in some degree be conscious of it, her figure and air, she trusts, make ample amends for it.
Página 214 - The Americans Roused in a Cure for the Spleen, or Amusement for a Winter's Evening. Being the Substance of a Conversation on the Times over a Friendly Tankard and Pipe between Sharp, a Country Parson, Bumper, a Country Justice, Fillpot, an Innkeeper, Graveairs, a Deacon, Trim, a Barber, Brim, a Quaker, Puff, a late Representative. Taken in shorthand by Sir Roger de Coverly.
Página 495 - How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...
Página 450 - ... I only intimate how I suppose she wishes to act. CHARLOTTE. No, no, no! A fig for sentiment. If she breaks, or wishes to break, with Mr. Dimple, depend upon it, she has some other man in her eye. A woman rarely discards one lover, until she is sure of another. — Letitia little thinks what a clue I have to Dimple's conduct. The generous man submits to render himself disgusting to Maria, in order that she may leave him at liberty to address me.
Página 477 - Yankee Doodle do, etc. And there we saw a swamping gun, Big as log of maple, On a little deuced cart, A load for father's cattle. Yankee Doodle do, etc. And every time they fired it off, It took a horn of powder, It made a noise — like father's gun, Only a nation louder. Yankee Doodle do, etc. There was a man in our town, His name was No, no, that won't do.