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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Therefore , give out you are of Epidamnum , Lest that your goods be forfeit to the state . This very day , a Syracusan merchant Is apprehended for arrival here ; And , not being able to buy out his life , Dies ere the weary sun sets in ...
Therefore , give out you are of Epidamnum , Lest that your goods be forfeit to the state . This very day , a Syracusan merchant Is apprehended for arrival here ; And , not being able to buy out his life , Dies ere the weary sun sets in ...
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now your jest is earnestUpon what bargain do you give it me ? Ant . of Syr . Because that I , familiarly , sometimes , Do use you for my fool , and chat with you , Your sauciness will jest upon my love , And make a common of my serious ...
now your jest is earnestUpon what bargain do you give it me ? Ant . of Syr . Because that I , familiarly , sometimes , Do use you for my fool , and chat with you , Your sauciness will jest upon my love , And make a common of my serious ...
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... that clouds our fancies , And give this dream a meaning ! True , I see These beauteous bowers , in nature's fragrance , rich ; Behold the painted children of her hand , Flaunting in gay luxuriance all around !
... that clouds our fancies , And give this dream a meaning ! True , I see These beauteous bowers , in nature's fragrance , rich ; Behold the painted children of her hand , Flaunting in gay luxuriance all around !
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Luc . All this my sister is , or else should be . Ant . of Syr . Call thyself sister , sweet , for thee I mean : Thee will I love , with thee would spend my days . Give me thy hand . Luc . Oh , soft , sir , hold you still .
Luc . All this my sister is , or else should be . Ant . of Syr . Call thyself sister , sweet , for thee I mean : Thee will I love , with thee would spend my days . Give me thy hand . Luc . Oh , soft , sir , hold you still .
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Nay , come , I pray you , sir , give me the jewel , Both wind and tide stay for the gentleman , And I , to blame , have held him here too long . Ant . of Eph . I guess you use this dalliance to excuse Your breach of promise at the ...
Nay , come , I pray you , sir , give me the jewel , Both wind and tide stay for the gentleman , And I , to blame , have held him here too long . Ant . of Eph . I guess you use this dalliance to excuse Your breach of promise at the ...
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Página 30 - 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 40 - 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 78 - 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 18 - 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 19 - Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.
Página 21 - 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 77 - 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 24 - 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 35 - 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 53 - 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.