An Actor's Tour: Or, Seventy Thousand Miles with ShakespeareUpham, 1885 - 303 páginas |
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An Actor's Tour: Or, Seventy Thousand Miles with Shakespeare Daniel Edward Bandmann Vista completa - 1885 |
An Actor's Tour: Or, Seventy Thousand Miles with Shakespeare Daniel Edward Bandmann Vista completa - 1885 |
An Actor's Tour: Or, Seventy Thousand Miles with Shakespeare Daniel Edward Bandmann Vista completa - 1885 |
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Página 180 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor ; suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; •with this special observance, that you o'er-step not the modesty of nature : for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first, and now, was, and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and the body of the time, his form and pressure.
Página 123 - Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives.
Página 193 - Having bound up the threat'ning twigs of birch, Only to stick it in their children's sight, For terror, not to use ; in time the rod Becomes more mock'd than fear'd : so our decrees, Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead; And liberty plucks justice by the nose ; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum.
Página 167 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son...
Página 179 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Página 203 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Página viii - Ha, you gods ! why this ? what this, you gods ? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, 31 Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads...
Página 117 - In such a night Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew, And saw the lion's shadow ere himself, And ran dismay'd away. Lor. In such a night Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and waft her love To come again to Carthage.
Página 142 - But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't !) the wise gods seel our eyes ; In our own filth drop our clear judgments ; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion.
Página 230 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.