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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... heart . [ Exit . ACT THE FOURTH . SCENE I. The Mart . Enter SECOND MERCHANT , ANGELO , and an OFFICER . 2 Merch . You know since Pentecost the sum iş due ; And since I have not much importun'd you . Nor had I now , sir , but that I am ...
... heart . [ Exit . ACT THE FOURTH . SCENE I. The Mart . Enter SECOND MERCHANT , ANGELO , and an OFFICER . 2 Merch . You know since Pentecost the sum iş due ; And since I have not much importun'd you . Nor had I now , sir , but that I am ...
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... heart's meteors tilting in his face ? Luc . First , he denied you had in him a right . Adr . He meant , he did me none - the more my wrong . Luc . Then swore he , that he was a stranger here . Adr . And true he swore , though yet ...
... heart's meteors tilting in his face ? Luc . First , he denied you had in him a right . Adr . He meant , he did me none - the more my wrong . Luc . Then swore he , that he was a stranger here . Adr . And true he swore , though yet ...
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... heart is button'd up with steel ; A fiend , a fury , pitiless and rough ; A back friend ; one that commands The passages of alleys , creeks and lanes . Adr . Why , man , what is the matter ? Dro . of Syr . I do not know the matter , but ...
... heart is button'd up with steel ; A fiend , a fury , pitiless and rough ; A back friend ; one that commands The passages of alleys , creeks and lanes . Adr . Why , man , what is the matter ? Dro . of Syr . I do not know the matter , but ...
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... Dromio here , who came in haste for it . Dro . of Eph . Money by me ! -Heart and good will you might , But surely , master , not a doit of money . Ant . of Eph . Went'st thou not to her 48 [ ACT IV . THE COMEDY OF ERRORS .
... Dromio here , who came in haste for it . Dro . of Eph . Money by me ! -Heart and good will you might , But surely , master , not a doit of money . Ant . of Eph . Went'st thou not to her 48 [ ACT IV . THE COMEDY OF ERRORS .
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... heart to stay here still , and turn witch myself . Ant . of Syr . I will not stay , to - night , for all the town , So many , and such strange events , pursue me , " Tis madness all ! and I begin to doubt , That even love and beauty are ...
... heart to stay here still , and turn witch myself . Ant . of Syr . I will not stay , to - night , for all the town , So many , and such strange events , pursue me , " Tis madness all ! and I begin to doubt , That even love and beauty are ...
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Angelo ANTIPHOLIS art thou BENVOLIO blood brother Buck Buckingham CAPULET Catesby cousin dead dear death didst dost doth DROMIO Duch DUCHESS OF YORK Duke Egeon England Enter EPHESUS Exeunt Exit Exit ENGLISH eyes fair farewell father Faul FAULCONBRIDGE fear France Friar FRIAR LAWRENCE friends GENTLEMEN Ghost give Glost GLOSTER grace 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 POLONIUS pray Prince Queen Romeo ROSENCRANTZ SCENE sorrow soul speak Stanley sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast Tibalt tongue Tressel Trumpets uncle villain weep wife wilt word York
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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.