The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 A collection of plays, each of which has an Innopac Index record, by English authors. Most plays have a special t.p. and engraved general t.p. representing a scene from the play and a frontispiece showing an actor in a leading role. Most plays have information about the author, criticism of the play and a list of the actors. |
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... head is light . The consequence is , then , thy jealousies Have scar'd thy husband from his better sense . Luc . She never reprehended him but gently , When he demean'd himself rough , rude , and wild . Why bear you these rebukes , and ...
... head is light . The consequence is , then , thy jealousies Have scar'd thy husband from his better sense . Luc . She never reprehended him but gently , When he demean'd himself rough , rude , and wild . Why bear you these rebukes , and ...
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... head , As is a winged messenger from Heav'n , To the upturned wond'ring eyes of mortals When he bestrides the lazy pacing clouds , And sails upon the bosom of the air . Jul . Romeo , Romeo - wherefore art thou Romeo SCENE II . ] 23 ...
... head , As is a winged messenger from Heav'n , To the upturned wond'ring eyes of mortals When he bestrides the lazy pacing clouds , And sails upon the bosom of the air . Jul . Romeo , Romeo - wherefore art thou Romeo SCENE II . ] 23 ...
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... head , So soon to bid good - morrow to thy pillow ; Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye , And where care lodgeth , sleep will never bide : But where with unstuff'd brain , unbruised youth Doth couch his limbs , there golden ...
... head , So soon to bid good - morrow to thy pillow ; Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye , And where care lodgeth , sleep will never bide : But where with unstuff'd brain , unbruised youth Doth couch his limbs , there golden ...
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... head aches ! what a head have I ! It beats , as it would fall in twenty pieces ; My back o't'other side - O my back , my back : Beshrew your heart , for sending me about , To catch my death , with jaunting up and down . Jul . I'faith ...
... head aches ! what a head have I ! It beats , as it would fall in twenty pieces ; My back o't'other side - O my back , my back : Beshrew your heart , for sending me about , To catch my death , with jaunting up and down . Jul . I'faith ...
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... head than thou hast thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts , having no other reason , but because thou hast hazel eyes ; thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street , because he hath wakened thy dog , that hath ...
... head than thou hast thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts , having no other reason , but because thou hast hazel eyes ; thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street , because he hath wakened thy dog , that hath ...
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Angelo ANTIPHOLIS art thou BENVOLIO blood brother Buck Buckingham CAPULET Catesby cousin dead dear death didst dost doth DROMIO Duch DUCHESS OF YORK Duke Egeon England Enter EPHESUS Exeunt Exit Exit ENGLISH eyes fair farewell father Faul FAULCONBRIDGE fear France Friar FRIAR LAWRENCE friends GENTLEMEN Ghost give Glost GLOSTER grace Graved grief GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hand hath hear heart Heaven holy Horatio Hubert husband Juliet kill'd KING JOHN Lady Laer Laertes Lesbia live look lord LORD STANLEY madam majesty Mercutio mistress mother ne'er never night Nurse Ophelia OSRICK PANDULPH peace Phil POLONIUS pray Prince Queen Romeo ROSENCRANTZ SCENE sorrow soul speak Stanley sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast Tibalt tongue Tressel Trumpets uncle villain weep wife wilt word York
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Seite 32 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Seite 42 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown ! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword: The expectancy and rose of the fair state. The glass of fashion, and the mould* of form, The observed of all observers...
Seite 80 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Seite 20 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Seite 21 - Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.
Seite 23 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Seite 79 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Seite 26 - Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Seite 37 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Seite 55 - Come, come, and sit you down ; you shall not budge ; You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you.