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 - English drama 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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... thee to the quick , Shouldst thou but hear I were licentious ! Wouldst thou not scoff at me , and spurn me from thee ? Or hurl the name of husband in my face , And tear the stain❜d skin off my harlot brow ? Yea , from my false hand ...
... thee to the quick , Shouldst thou but hear I were licentious ! Wouldst thou not scoff at me , and spurn me from thee ? Or hurl the name of husband in my face , And tear the stain❜d skin off my harlot brow ? Yea , from my false hand ...
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... thee I mean : Thee will I love , with thee would spend my days . Give me thy hand . Luc . Oh , soft , sir , hold you still . I'll seek my sister , to get her consent ; If she approve , I shall accord , no doubt . [ Exit . Ant . of Syr ...
... thee I mean : Thee will I love , with thee would spend my days . Give me thy hand . Luc . Oh , soft , sir , hold you still . I'll seek my sister , to get her consent ; If she approve , I shall accord , no doubt . [ Exit . Ant . of Syr ...
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... thee ? Dro . of Syr . Marry , sir , such claim as you would lay to your horse . Ant . of Syr . What is she ? Dro . of Syr . A very reverend body ; and though I have but lean luck in the match , yet she is a wondrous fat marriage . - Sir ...
... thee ? Dro . of Syr . Marry , sir , such claim as you would lay to your horse . Ant . of Syr . What is she ? Dro . of Syr . A very reverend body ; and though I have but lean luck in the match , yet she is a wondrous fat marriage . - Sir ...
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... thee gone To buy the rope , and bring t home to me . [ Exit DROMIO OF EPHESUS . A man is well holpe up , that trusts to you : I promis'd me your presence , and the bracelet ; But neither that nor goldsmith came to me . Angelo . Saving ...
... thee gone To buy the rope , and bring t home to me . [ Exit DROMIO OF EPHESUS . A man is well holpe up , that trusts to you : I promis'd me your presence , and the bracelet ; But neither that nor goldsmith came to me . Angelo . Saving ...
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... thee , till I give thee bail . 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 ...
... thee , till I give thee bail . 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 ...
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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.