The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays,: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury-Lane, Covent-Garden, and Haymarket ...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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Enter two GRAVEDIGGERS . 1. Graved . Is she to be buried in christian burial ,
that wilfully seeks her own salvation ? 2 Graved . I tell thee , she is ; therefore ,
make her grave straight : the crowner hath set on her , and finds it christian burial
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Enter two GRAVEDIGGERS . 1. Graved . Is she to be buried in christian burial ,
that wilfully seeks her own salvation ? 2 Graved . I tell thee , she is ; therefore ,
make her grave straight : the crowner hath set on her , and finds it christian burial
.
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1 Graved . Why , there thou say'st : And the more pity , that great folks should
have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves , more than their
even christian . Come ; my spade . There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners
...
1 Graved . Why , there thou say'st : And the more pity , that great folks should
have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves , more than their
even christian . Come ; my spade . There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners
...
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Graved . Mine , sir ,Sings . 0 , a pit of clay for to be made For such a guest is meet
. Ham . I think it be thine , indeed ; for thou liest in it . Graved . You lie out on't , sir ,
and therefore it is not yours : for my part , I do not lie in't , yet it is mine . Ham .
Graved . Mine , sir ,Sings . 0 , a pit of clay for to be made For such a guest is meet
. Ham . I think it be thine , indeed ; for thou liest in it . Graved . You lie out on't , sir ,
and therefore it is not yours : for my part , I do not lie in't , yet it is mine . Ham .
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Graved . For none neither . Ham . Who is to be buried in't ? Graved . One , that
was a woman , sir ; but , rest her soul ! she's dead . Ham . How absolute the
knave is ! we must speak by the card , or equivocation will undo us . — How long
hast ...
Graved . For none neither . Ham . Who is to be buried in't ? Graved . One , that
was a woman , sir ; but , rest her soul ! she's dead . Ham . How absolute the
knave is ! we must speak by the card , or equivocation will undo us . — How long
hast ...
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Graved . A whoreson mad fellow's it was : -Whose do you think it was ? Ham .
Nay , I know not . Graved . A pestilence on him for a mad rogue ! he pour'd a
flaggon of Rhenish on my head once . This same scull , sir , was Yorick's scull ,
the ...
Graved . A whoreson mad fellow's it was : -Whose do you think it was ? Ham .
Nay , I know not . Graved . A pestilence on him for a mad rogue ! he pour'd a
flaggon of Rhenish on my head once . This same scull , sir , was Yorick's scull ,
the ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 21 - Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
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| Title | The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays,: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury-Lane, Covent-Garden, and Haymarket ... Volumes 1-25 of British theatre Volume 1 of The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket, Mrs. Inchbald |
| Author | Mrs. Inchbald |
| Editor | Mrs. Inchbald |
| Publisher | Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 29 Dec 2006 |
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