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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Come , I will fasten thus upon thy arm ; Thou art an elm , my husband , I , a vine ,
Whose weakness , married to thy stronger state , Shares in thy virtues , and
partakes thy strength . If ought possess thee from me , it is dross , Usurping ivy ,
idle ...
Come , I will fasten thus upon thy arm ; Thou art an elm , my husband , I , a vine ,
Whose weakness , married to thy stronger state , Shares in thy virtues , and
partakes thy strength . If ought possess thee from me , it is dross , Usurping ivy ,
idle ...
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To conclude ; this drudge laid claim to me , called me Dromio , swore I was
betrothed to her , told me what secret marks I had about me ; as , the marks on my
shoulder , the mole in my neck , the great wart on my left arm , that I , amazed ,
ran ...
To conclude ; this drudge laid claim to me , called me Dromio , swore I was
betrothed to her , told me what secret marks I had about me ; as , the marks on my
shoulder , the mole in my neck , the great wart on my left arm , that I , amazed ,
ran ...
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Angelo . You are a merry man , sir - fare you well ! [ Exit . Ant.of Syr . Wonder on
wonder rises every moment ! What I should think of this I cannot tell ' ; However
strange , here on my arm I'll wear it , Preserve it safe , as fortune's happy pledge .
Angelo . You are a merry man , sir - fare you well ! [ Exit . Ant.of Syr . Wonder on
wonder rises every moment ! What I should think of this I cannot tell ' ; However
strange , here on my arm I'll wear it , Preserve it safe , as fortune's happy pledge .
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Tis so , and that same bracelet on his arm , Which he foreswore most monstrously
to have . Good sir , draw near to me ; I'll speak to him . Enter ANTIPHOLIS OF
SYRACUSE and DROMIO OF SYRACUSE . Signor Antipholis , I wonder much ...
Tis so , and that same bracelet on his arm , Which he foreswore most monstrously
to have . Good sir , draw near to me ; I'll speak to him . Enter ANTIPHOLIS OF
SYRACUSE and DROMIO OF SYRACUSE . Signor Antipholis , I wonder much ...
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Till I , once more , have caught within my arms , Their long - lost happiness !
Æmilia . Thou art Ægeon , then ? I do not dream My husband ! take , take the
reviving heart , Spotless and pure as when it first was thine , Which , from the
cloister of ...
Till I , once more , have caught within my arms , Their long - lost happiness !
Æmilia . Thou art Ægeon , then ? I do not dream My husband ! take , take the
reviving heart , Spotless and pure as when it first was thine , Which , from the
cloister of ...
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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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