The Actor: A Treatise on the Art of Playing. Interspersed with Theatrical Anecdotes, Critical Remarks on Plays, and Occasional Observations on AudiencesR. Griffiths, 1750 - 326 pages |
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... interest the audience in every one of the feveral paffions together ; or but to convey all of them to them , till we faw Mr. Garrick in the character . We have a multitude of inftances of this kind in our other comedies , where the ...
... interest the audience in every one of the feveral paffions together ; or but to convey all of them to them , till we faw Mr. Garrick in the character . We have a multitude of inftances of this kind in our other comedies , where the ...
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... interest themselves in , that they are of all things to mo- derate their fire ; let us pronounce it as a general rule to every person who attempts to fhine upon the ftage , that he cannot have too much of this enlivening spirit ; that ...
... interest themselves in , that they are of all things to mo- derate their fire ; let us pronounce it as a general rule to every person who attempts to fhine upon the ftage , that he cannot have too much of this enlivening spirit ; that ...
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... interest every body in its favour , and where they had opportunities of fhewing themselves under all the advantages that drefs and the utmost art could give them . They infift upon it , that the best actor in the world would lose much ...
... interest every body in its favour , and where they had opportunities of fhewing themselves under all the advantages that drefs and the utmost art could give them . They infift upon it , that the best actor in the world would lose much ...
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... interest or vanity , was utterly incapable of expreffing any thing of the tenderness and delicacy of that elegant and dinterefted paffion . What is the reafon that no body ever play'd Juliet fo well as Mrs. Cibber , but that Mrs. Cibber ...
... interest or vanity , was utterly incapable of expreffing any thing of the tenderness and delicacy of that elegant and dinterefted paffion . What is the reafon that no body ever play'd Juliet fo well as Mrs. Cibber , but that Mrs. Cibber ...
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... interest them in the recital ; but this excellent player , no fooner had caft his eye upon the part , than he plan'd out the method of acquiring reputation in a character which every body elfe of late had fail'd in , and that as they ...
... interest them in the recital ; but this excellent player , no fooner had caft his eye upon the part , than he plan'd out the method of acquiring reputation in a character which every body elfe of late had fail'd in , and that as they ...
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