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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... thought . At length the sea wax'd calm ; and we discover'd Two ships from far , making amain to us ; But ere they came- Duke . Pursue thy tale , old man . Egeon . Being encounter'd by a mighty rock , Our helpless raft was splitted in ...
... thought . At length the sea wax'd calm ; and we discover'd Two ships from far , making amain to us ; But ere they came- Duke . Pursue thy tale , old man . Egeon . Being encounter'd by a mighty rock , Our helpless raft was splitted in ...
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... thought to have ta'en you at the Porcupine , It being unfinish'd , made my stay thus long . Ant . of Syr . What is your will that I should do with this ? Angelo . Ev'n what you please , sir - I have made it for you . Ant , of Syr . Made ...
... thought to have ta'en you at the Porcupine , It being unfinish'd , made my stay thus long . Ant . of Syr . What is your will that I should do with this ? Angelo . Ev'n what you please , sir - I have made it for you . Ant , of Syr . Made ...
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... thought of human reason . Enter ANTIPHOLIS OF EPHESUS , and DROMIO OF EPHESUS . Ant . of Eph . Justice , most gracious duke ! Oh , grant me justice ! Ev'n for the service , that , long since , I did thee , When I bestrode thee in the ...
... thought of human reason . Enter ANTIPHOLIS OF EPHESUS , and DROMIO OF EPHESUS . Ant . of Eph . Justice , most gracious duke ! Oh , grant me justice ! Ev'n for the service , that , long since , I did thee , When I bestrode thee in the ...
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... thoughts , Which ten times faster glide than the sun - beams , Driving back shadows over low'ring hills . Therefore do nimble pinion'd doves draw love , And therefore hath the wind - swift Cupid wings . Now is the sun upon the highmost ...
... thoughts , Which ten times faster glide than the sun - beams , Driving back shadows over low'ring hills . Therefore do nimble pinion'd doves draw love , And therefore hath the wind - swift Cupid wings . Now is the sun upon the highmost ...
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... thought all for the best . Mer . Help me into some house , Benvolio , Or I shall faint ; a plague o ' both your houses ! They have made worms ' meat of me . I have it , and soundly too ; plague o ' both your , houses ! [ Exeunt MERCUTIO ...
... thought all for the best . Mer . Help me into some house , Benvolio , Or I shall faint ; a plague o ' both your houses ! They have made worms ' meat of me . I have it , and soundly too ; plague o ' both your , houses ! [ Exeunt MERCUTIO ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 21 - Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.