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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... trumpet to the morn , Doth with his lofty and shrill - sounding throat Awake the god of day ; and , at his warning , Whether in sea or fire , in earth or air , The extravagant and erring spirit hies To ... Trumpets and 10 [ ACT I. HAMLET .
... trumpet to the morn , Doth with his lofty and shrill - sounding throat Awake the god of day ; and , at his warning , Whether in sea or fire , in earth or air , The extravagant and erring spirit hies To ... Trumpets and 10 [ ACT I. HAMLET .
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... 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 grief , and ...
... 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 grief , and ...
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... 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 ! O God ! How ...
... 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 ! O God ! How ...
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... trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge . Hor . Is it a custom ? Ham . Ay , marry , is't : 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 ...
... trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge . Hor . Is it a custom ? Ham . Ay , marry , is't : 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 ...
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... Trumpet sounds . Guil . There are the players . Ham . Gentlemen , you are welcome to Elsinore : your hands : you are welcome : -but my uncle - fa- ther and aunt - mother are deceiv'd . Guil . In what , my dear lord ? Ham . I am but mad ...
... Trumpet sounds . Guil . There are the players . Ham . Gentlemen , you are welcome to Elsinore : your hands : you are welcome : -but my uncle - fa- ther and aunt - mother are deceiv'd . Guil . In what , my dear lord ? Ham . I am but mad ...
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The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays,– Which are Acted at the ... Mrs. Inchbald Visos knygos peržiūra - 1808 |
The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays,– Which are Acted at the ... Mrs. Inchbald Visos knygos peržiūra - 1808 |
The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays– Which are Acted at the ... Elizabeth Inchbald Visos knygos peržiūra - 1808 |
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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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18 psl. - 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?
28 psl. - 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.
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40 psl. - 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...
18 psl. - 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.
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