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 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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... cousin , Hermia , Assay those melting strains , wherewith , thou told'st me , Forsaken Julia labour'd to retrieve Lysander's truant heart . SONG . HERMIA . Stray not to those distant plains ; From thy comfort do not rove , Tarry in ...
... cousin , Hermia , Assay those melting strains , wherewith , thou told'st me , Forsaken Julia labour'd to retrieve Lysander's truant heart . SONG . HERMIA . Stray not to those distant plains ; From thy comfort do not rove , Tarry in ...
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... cousin . Rom . Is the day so young ? Ben . But new struck nine . Rom . Ah me ! sad hours seem long . Mer . Pr'ythee , what sadness lengthens Romeo's hours ? Rom . Not having that , which , having , makes them short . Ben . In love , me ...
... cousin . Rom . Is the day so young ? Ben . But new struck nine . Rom . Ah me ! sad hours seem long . Mer . Pr'ythee , what sadness lengthens Romeo's hours ? Rom . Not having that , which , having , makes them short . Ben . In love , me ...
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... Cousin Benvolio , do you mark that lady which Doth enrich the hand of yonder gentleman ? Ben . I do . ' tis gone . Rom . Oh , she doth teach the torches to burn bright ! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night , Like a rich jewel in an ...
... Cousin Benvolio , do you mark that lady which Doth enrich the hand of yonder gentleman ? Ben . I do . ' tis gone . Rom . Oh , she doth teach the torches to burn bright ! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night , Like a rich jewel in an ...
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... cousin , or I'll make you quiet.— Tib . Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting , Makes my flesh tremble in their difference . I will withdraw ; but this intrusion shall , Now seeming sweet , convert to bitter gall . [ Exit TIBALT ...
... cousin , or I'll make you quiet.— Tib . Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting , Makes my flesh tremble in their difference . I will withdraw ; but this intrusion shall , Now seeming sweet , convert to bitter gall . [ Exit TIBALT ...
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... cousin Romeo . Mer . He is wise , And , on my life , hath stol'n him home to bed . Ben . He ran this way , and leap'd this orchard wall . Call , good Mercutio . Mer . Nay , I'll conjure too . Why , Romeo ! humour ! madman ! passion ...
... cousin Romeo . Mer . He is wise , And , on my life , hath stol'n him home to bed . Ben . He ran this way , and leap'd this orchard wall . Call , good Mercutio . Mer . Nay , I'll conjure too . Why , Romeo ! humour ! madman ! passion ...
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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 ... Mrs. Inchbald Visos knygos peržiūra - 1808 |
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