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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... light . The consequence is , then , thy jealousies Have scar'd thy husband from his better sense . Luc . She never reprehended him but gently , When he demean'd himself rough , rude , and wild . Why bear you these rebukes , and answer ...
... light . The consequence is , then , thy jealousies Have scar'd thy husband from his better sense . Luc . She never reprehended him but gently , When he demean'd himself rough , rude , and wild . Why bear you these rebukes , and answer ...
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... light , ye knaves , and turn the tables up ; And quench the fire , the room is grown too hot . Rom . Cousin Benvolio , do you mark that lady which Doth enrich the hand of yonder gentleman ? Ben . I do . Rom . Oh , she doth teach the ...
... light , ye knaves , and turn the tables up ; And quench the fire , the room is grown too hot . Rom . Cousin Benvolio , do you mark that lady which Doth enrich the hand of yonder gentleman ? Ben . I do . Rom . Oh , she doth teach the ...
23 psl.
... light thro ' yonder window breaks ? It is the east , and Juliet is the sun ! It is my lady - Oh , it is my love ! Oh that she knew she were ! Her JULIET appears above , at a Window . Arise , fair sun , and kill the envious moon , Who is ...
... light thro ' yonder window breaks ? It is the east , and Juliet is the sun ! It is my lady - Oh , it is my love ! Oh that she knew she were ! Her JULIET appears above , at a Window . Arise , fair sun , and kill the envious moon , Who is ...
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... light wings did I o'erperch these walls , For stony limits cannot hold love out , And what love can do , that dares love attempt : Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me . Jul . If they do see thee , they will 24 [ ACT II . ROMEO AND ...
... light wings did I o'erperch these walls , For stony limits cannot hold love out , And what love can do , that dares love attempt : Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me . Jul . If they do see thee , they will 24 [ ACT II . ROMEO AND ...
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... light : But , trust me , gentleman , I'll prove more true , Than those that have more cunning to be strange . I should have been more strange , I must confess , But that thou overheard'st , ere I was ' ware , My true love's passion ...
... light : But , trust me , gentleman , I'll prove more true , Than those that have more cunning to be strange . I should have been more strange , I must confess , But that thou overheard'st , ere I was ' ware , My true love's 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 ... 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.
32 psl. - What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel ! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
20 psl. - 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 : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
45 psl. - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seal'd thee for herself...
79 psl. - 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 into 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?
13 psl. - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
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.
44 psl. - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.