The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays,: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury-Lane, Covent-Garden, and Haymarket ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1808 |
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... death , Drew us unwillingly to Epidamnum . There had we not been long , but she became A joyful mother of two goodly sons , And , strange to hear , the one so like the other , They hardly by ourselves could be distinguish'd . That very ...
... death , Drew us unwillingly to Epidamnum . There had we not been long , but she became A joyful mother of two goodly sons , And , strange to hear , the one so like the other , They hardly by ourselves could be distinguish'd . That very ...
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... death . The sailors sought for safety by our boat , And left the ship , then sinking - ripe , to us . My wife , more careful for the elder born , Had fasten'd him unto a small spare mast ; To him , one of the other twins was bound ...
... death . The sailors sought for safety by our boat , And left the ship , then sinking - ripe , to us . My wife , more careful for the elder born , Had fasten'd him unto a small spare mast ; To him , one of the other twins was bound ...
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... death , Could all my travels warant me they live . Duke . Hapless Egeon ! whom the fates have mark'd To bear th ' extremity of dire mishap , Now trust me , were it not against our laws , Against my crown , my oath , my dignity , My soul ...
... death , Could all my travels warant me they live . Duke . Hapless Egeon ! whom the fates have mark'd To bear th ' extremity of dire mishap , Now trust me , were it not against our laws , Against my crown , my oath , my dignity , My soul ...
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... death , that hath such means to die . Luc . What , are you mad , that you do reason thus ? Ant . of Syr . Not mad - enchanted ; how , I do not know . 1 Luc . It is a fault that springeth from your 32 [ ACT III . THE COMEDY OF ERRORS .
... death , that hath such means to die . Luc . What , are you mad , that you do reason thus ? Ant . of Syr . Not mad - enchanted ; how , I do not know . 1 Luc . It is a fault that springeth from your 32 [ ACT III . THE COMEDY OF ERRORS .
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... death , and sorry execution , Behind the ditches of the abbey here . Angelo . Upon what cause ? 2 Mer . To see a reverend Syracusan merchant , Who put unluckily into this bay , Against the laws and statutes of this town , Beheaded ...
... death , and sorry execution , Behind the ditches of the abbey here . Angelo . Upon what cause ? 2 Mer . To see a reverend Syracusan merchant , Who put unluckily into this bay , Against the laws and statutes of this town , Beheaded ...
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Abbess Angelo ANTIPHOLIS art thou Arth BENVOLIO blood brother Buck CAPULET Catesby cousin dead dear death didst dost doth DROMIO Duch Duke Egeon England Enter EPHESUS Exeunt Exit Exit ENGLISH eyes fair farewell father Faul FAULCONBRIDGE fear France Friar FRIAR LAWRENCE friends gentle GENTLEMEN GHOST give Glost GLOSTER 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 play POLONIUS pray Prince Queen Romeo Romeo and Juliet ROSENCRANTZ SCENE sorrow soul speak Stanley sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast Tibalt tongue Tressel Trumpets villain wife wilt word
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Page 18 - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Page 28 - 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 32 - What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel ! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
Page 20 - 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 : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Page 45 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seal'd thee for herself...
Page 79 - 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 into 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 13 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Page 40 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect...
Page 18 - But to my mind, — though I am native here, And to the manner born, — it is a custom More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
Page 44 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.