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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... To offer the show of violence . Ber . It was about to speak , when the cock crew . Hor . And then it started , like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons . I have heard , The cock , that is the trumpet to the morn , Doth with his ...
... To offer the show of violence . Ber . It was about to speak , when the cock crew . Hor . And then it started , like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons . I have heard , The cock , that is the trumpet to the morn , Doth with his ...
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Flourish of Trumpets and Drums . Enter POLONIUS , the KING , QUEEN , HAMLET , LAERTES , GENTLEMEN , and LADIES . King . Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green ; and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in ...
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums . Enter POLONIUS , the KING , QUEEN , HAMLET , LAERTES , GENTLEMEN , and LADIES . King . Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green ; and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in ...
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[ Flourish of Trumpets and Drums . Exeunt all but HAMLET . Ham . Oh , that this too too solid flesh would melt , Thaw , and resolve itself into a dew ! Or that the everlasting had not fix'd His canon ' gainst self - slaughter ! O God !
[ Flourish of Trumpets and Drums . Exeunt all but HAMLET . Ham . Oh , that this too too solid flesh would melt , Thaw , and resolve itself into a dew ! Or that the everlasting had not fix'd His canon ' gainst self - slaughter ! O God !
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The king doth wake to - night , and takes his rouse ; And , as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down , The kettle drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge . Hor . Is it a custom ? Ham . Ay , marry , is't : But to my ...
The king doth wake to - night , and takes his rouse ; And , as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down , The kettle drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge . Hor . Is it a custom ? Ham . Ay , marry , is't : But to my ...
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[ A Trumpet sounds . Guil . There are the players . Ham . Gentlemen , you are welcome to Elsinore : your hands : you are welcome : -but my uncle - father and aunt - mother are deceiv'd . Guil . In what , my dear lord ? Ham .
[ A Trumpet sounds . Guil . There are the players . Ham . Gentlemen , you are welcome to Elsinore : your hands : you are welcome : -but my uncle - father and aunt - mother are deceiv'd . Guil . In what , my dear lord ? Ham .
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answer arms bear blood bring brother Buck Catesby cause comes cousin dead dear death dost doth Duke England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father Faul fear France friends give Glost Gloster gone grace Graved grief Hamlet hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hold hope Horatio hour Hubert husband I'll John Juliet keep King Lady Laer leave live look lord madam majesty marry master means meet mother never night Nurse once peace play poor pray Prince Queen Richard Romeo SCENE sleep soul speak stand Stanley stay sweet tears tell thank thee thine thing thou thou art thought tongue true Trumpets wife York young
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 21 - Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ... Volumes 1-25 de British theatre Volume 1 de 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 |
| Autor | Elizabeth Inchbald |
| Editores | Elizabeth Inchbald, Mrs. Inchbald |
| Editora | Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
| Original de | a Biblioteca Pública de Nova Iorque |
| Digitalizado | 29 Dez 2006 |
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