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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... am like a drop of water , That in the ocean seeks another drop ; Who , failing there , to find his fellow out , Unseen , inquisitive , confounds himself : So I , to find a mother , and a 14 [ ACT I. THE COMEDY OF ERRORS .
... am like a drop of water , That in the ocean seeks another drop ; Who , failing there , to find his fellow out , Unseen , inquisitive , confounds himself : So I , to find a mother , and a 14 [ ACT I. THE COMEDY OF ERRORS .
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... mother , and a brother , In search of them , unhappy , lose myself.- Enter DROMIO OF EPHESUS . How now ! How chance thou art return'd so soon ? Dro . of Eph . Return'd so soon ! Rather approach'd too late- The capon burns , the pig ...
... mother , and a brother , In search of them , unhappy , lose myself.- Enter DROMIO OF EPHESUS . How now ! How chance thou art return'd so soon ? Dro . of Eph . Return'd so soon ! Rather approach'd too late- The capon burns , the pig ...
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... mothers made . Cap . And too soon marr'd are those so early made . The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but her . But woo her , gentle Paris , get her heart ; If she agree , within her scope of choice 2 Lies my consent ; so woo her ...
... mothers made . Cap . And too soon marr'd are those so early made . The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but her . But woo her , gentle Paris , get her heart ; If she agree , within her scope of choice 2 Lies my consent ; so woo her ...
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... mother . Jul . Madam , I am here , what is your will ? Lady C. This is the matter - Nurse , give leave a while , we must talk in secret ; -Nurse , come back again . I have remembered me , thou shalt hear my counsel . Thou know'st my ...
... mother . Jul . Madam , I am here , what is your will ? Lady C. This is the matter - Nurse , give leave a while , we must talk in secret ; -Nurse , come back again . I have remembered me , thou shalt hear my counsel . Thou know'st my ...
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... mothers . By my ' count , I was your mother much upon these years That you are now a maid . Thus then , in brief , The valiant Paris seeks you for his love . Nurse . A man , young lady , lady , such a man As all the world - Why , he's a ...
... mothers . By my ' count , I was your mother much upon these years That you are now a maid . Thus then , in brief , The valiant Paris seeks you for his love . Nurse . A man , young lady , lady , such a man As all the world - Why , he's a ...
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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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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 21 - Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.