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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No ; It is thyself , my own self's better half , My eye's clear eye , my dear heart's
dearer heart , My food , my fortune , and my sweet hope's aim , Luc . All this my
sister is , or else should be . Ant . of Syr . Call thyself sister , sweet , for thee I
mean ...
No ; It is thyself , my own self's better half , My eye's clear eye , my dear heart's
dearer heart , My food , my fortune , and my sweet hope's aim , Luc . All this my
sister is , or else should be . Ant . of Syr . Call thyself sister , sweet , for thee I
mean ...
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But , sirrah , you shall buy this sport as dear , As all the metal in your shop will
answer . Angelo . Sir , sir , I shall have law in Ephesus , To your notorious shame
, I doubt it not . Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE . Dro . of Syr . Master , there is a ...
But , sirrah , you shall buy this sport as dear , As all the metal in your shop will
answer . Angelo . Sir , sir , I shall have law in Ephesus , To your notorious shame
, I doubt it not . Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE . Dro . of Syr . Master , there is a ...
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... and sad , And much , much different from the man he was ; But , till this
afternoon , his fatal passion Ne'er broke into extremity of rage . Abbess . Hath he
not lost much wealth by wreck at sea ? Buried some dear friend ? Hath not else
his eye ...
... and sad , And much , much different from the man he was ; But , till this
afternoon , his fatal passion Ne'er broke into extremity of rage . Abbess . Hath he
not lost much wealth by wreck at sea ? Buried some dear friend ? Hath not else
his eye ...
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... or my eyes deceive me . Duke . One of these men is genius to the other ! But of
the two , which is the natural man , And which the spirit ? who decyphers them ?
Ant . of Syr . Ægeon art thou not ! O , my dear father ! who hath bound him thus ?
... or my eyes deceive me . Duke . One of these men is genius to the other ! But of
the two , which is the natural man , And which the spirit ? who decyphers them ?
Ant . of Syr . Ægeon art thou not ! O , my dear father ! who hath bound him thus ?
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What then became of them , I cannot tell ; 1 , to this fortune which you see me in .
Ant . of Eph . And he , reserv'd to share the happier hours Of his dear parents ;
whom , till now , unknown , cuse . He greets with nature's best and fondest
feelings ...
What then became of them , I cannot tell ; 1 , to this fortune which you see me in .
Ant . of Eph . And he , reserv'd to share the happier hours Of his dear parents ;
whom , till now , unknown , cuse . He greets with nature's best and fondest
feelings ...
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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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