The Actor: A Treatise on the Art of Playing. Interspersed with Theatrical Anecdotes, Critical Remarks on Plays, and Occasional Observations on Audiences |
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... whole perfon , according to the nature of the age , ftation , and character of the perfon he represents ; and even in the proportioning the tone of his voice and the attitudes of his figure , to the fitu- ation in which he is plac'd ...
... whole perfon , according to the nature of the age , ftation , and character of the perfon he represents ; and even in the proportioning the tone of his voice and the attitudes of his figure , to the fitu- ation in which he is plac'd ...
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... was not at all concern'd in procuring them a good recepti- on ; yet we remember the whole house rung with the joy of the audience on hearing the no- ble ble fentiments thrown into that part where the author declares 8 ACTOR . The.
... was not at all concern'd in procuring them a good recepti- on ; yet we remember the whole house rung with the joy of the audience on hearing the no- ble ble fentiments thrown into that part where the author declares 8 ACTOR . The.
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... audience , except by Mrs. Roberts ; but fhe , tho ' in the whole , far from a defpicable player , always deftroyed the force of them by keeping fo rigidly rigidly to the measure as to make fome fort of 18 The ACTOR .
... audience , except by Mrs. Roberts ; but fhe , tho ' in the whole , far from a defpicable player , always deftroyed the force of them by keeping fo rigidly rigidly to the measure as to make fome fort of 18 The ACTOR .
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... whole audience feels the firft , no tears are ever fhed for the laft , except by a few ladies who have not been long married . If we would afk the reafon for for this partiality in regard to the poet and the The ACTOR . 19.
... whole audience feels the firft , no tears are ever fhed for the laft , except by a few ladies who have not been long married . If we would afk the reafon for for this partiality in regard to the poet and the The ACTOR . 19.
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... whole play , furious , raging , and thirfting as it were for blood ; others are continually bent down be- neath the weight of their own misfortunes , or of thofe of fome other perfon who is dear to them : both are continually agitated ...
... whole play , furious , raging , and thirfting as it were for blood ; others are continually bent down be- neath the weight of their own misfortunes , or of thofe of fome other perfon who is dear to them : both are continually agitated ...
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