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If most of the rascals meet with due disgrace, none of them is punished; and the greatest rascal of all, who, when escape is impossible, turns traitor, and after deserving the cart and pillory a dozen times for his last and most utter baseness, is rewarded by full pardon, and the honour of addressing the audience at the play's end in the most smug and self-satisfied tone, and of 'putting himself on you that are my country, not doubting, it seems, that there were among them a fair majority who would think him a very smart fellow, worthy of all imitation.
Shouldn't wonder if he wants me to put money into it and so on." "I thought he had all the money in the world." "Yes, he has a lot, but these fellows like to let a pal in on a good thing." "Is it a good thing?" "The play's fine." "That's what Mr. Faucitt said. But Mabel Hobson..." Fillmore's ample face registered emotion. "She's an awful woman, Sally!
Hamlet. The Play's the thing. Brutus. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. Casca. I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it. Posthumus. 'Shall's have a Play of this.
No paste, or tinsel, or cardboard about H. & L.! Josie Fifer could recall the scenes in a play, step by step from noting with her keen eye the marks left on costume after costume by the ravages of emotion. At the end of a play's run she would hold up a dress for critical inspection, turning it this way and that.
But I think that chap was looking for trouble, and when he found you were already engaged, why, he made up his mind to drop it." "Do you think so?" said Susan indifferently. "More coffee?" "Yes a little. If my play's as good as your coffee That's enough, thanks. . . . Do you still draw your your " His tone as he cast about for a fit word made her flush scarlet.
Fair play's a jewel: and the highest boy in the school should have no better chance given him than the lowest. But if the two senior boys do not so forfeit their rights, Yorke must not be exalted above them." "Who is to dictate to me?" demanded Mr. Pye. "Certainly not I," replied Mr. Huntley, in a courteous but firm tone. The head-master made no reply. Neither did he appear angry; only impassible.
One would think he was sixteen, instead of six, I said, half laughing. 'I'm most ten. Hi! ain't that a oner? cried the boy, as a gust of sleet slapped him in the face, when he peeped to see if Sam was coming. 'Hullo! the lights is out! Why, the play's done, and the folks gone, and Sam's forgot me.
Trenholm's feet, and we'll fix him so he can navigate back to the boats. You take the lead back, Reddy, because you know the way better than I do, and I'll make Mr. Trenholm fast to ye, and follow on. We'll need to look sharp to make the beach before dark." "But I want my guns, Thirkle. Fair play's fair play, and I want my guns." "Never mind the guns, I say. Mr.
I didn't; but it came to me when I read the book. I think the play's absolutely untrue, yes, even to those characters, in one respect. 'And what's that? asked Drake. Clarice glanced round. Her neighbours, she perceived, were talking. Mrs. Willoughby was too far off to hear. She dropped her voice to a yet lower key and said, 'They make the husband kill the lover in the duel.
This is not recorded in history: the conqueror of Percy is unknown. Had it been a fact, history would certainly have recorded it; and the silence of history in regard to a deed of such mark, is equivalent to its contradiction. But Shakspere requires, for his play's sake, to identify the slayer of Hotspur with his rival the Prince. Yet Shakspere will not contradict history, even in its silence.
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