The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays,: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury-Lane, Covent-Garden, and Haymarket ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1808 |
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... tears Have won his grace to come in person hither , And take , perforce , my husband from this abbess . 2 Mer . By this , I think , the dial points at five . Anon , I'm sure the Duke himself , in person , Comes this way to the ...
... tears Have won his grace to come in person hither , And take , perforce , my husband from this abbess . 2 Mer . By this , I think , the dial points at five . Anon , I'm sure the Duke himself , in person , Comes this way to the ...
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... tears of rapture . Oh raise , my father , raise your reverend hands , And bless your truant son ! Egeon . My dearest boy ! This is too much - Oh , curb thy joys a moment , And have compassion on thy father's weakness ! But , if my ...
... tears of rapture . Oh raise , my father , raise your reverend hands , And bless your truant son ! Egeon . My dearest boy ! This is too much - Oh , curb thy joys a moment , And have compassion on thy father's weakness ! But , if my ...
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... tears . Garrick altered the play to its present state , and himself performed Romeo , but with no impressive ta- lents . Mrs. Cibber's Juliet was held superior . Love , in Garrick's description , never seemed more than a fabulous ...
... tears . Garrick altered the play to its present state , and himself performed Romeo , but with no impressive ta- lents . Mrs. Cibber's Juliet was held superior . Love , in Garrick's description , never seemed more than a fabulous ...
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... , And gladly shunn'd , who gladly fled from me . Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen , With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew ; Black and portentous must this humour prove , Unless good SCENE I. ] 11 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... , And gladly shunn'd , who gladly fled from me . Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen , With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew ; Black and portentous must this humour prove , Unless good SCENE I. ] 11 ROMEO AND JULIET .
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... tears to fires : And burn the heretics . All - seeing Phœbus Ne'er saw her match , since first his course began . Mer . Tut , tut , you saw her fair , none else being by ; Herself pois'd with herself ; but let be weigh'd Your lady love ...
... tears to fires : And burn the heretics . All - seeing Phœbus Ne'er saw her match , since first his course began . Mer . Tut , tut , you saw her fair , none else being by ; Herself pois'd with herself ; but let be weigh'd Your lady love ...
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Abbess Angelo ANTIPHOLIS art thou Arth BENVOLIO blood brother Buck CAPULET Catesby cousin dead dear death didst dost doth DROMIO Duch Duke Egeon England Enter EPHESUS Exeunt Exit Exit ENGLISH eyes fair farewell father Faul FAULCONBRIDGE fear France Friar FRIAR LAWRENCE friends gentle GENTLEMEN GHOST give Glost GLOSTER 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 play POLONIUS pray Prince Queen Romeo Romeo and Juliet ROSENCRANTZ SCENE sorrow soul speak Stanley sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast Tibalt tongue Tressel Trumpets villain wife wilt word
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Página 18 - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Página 28 - 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.
Página 32 - What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel ! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
Página 20 - 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 : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Página 45 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seal'd thee for herself...
Página 79 - 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 into 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?
Página 13 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Página 40 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect...
Página 18 - But to my mind, — though I am native here, And to the manner born, — it is a custom More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
Página 44 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.