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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Strana 10
... 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 .
Strana 11
... 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 ...
Strana 13
... 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 ...
Strana 20
... 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 ...
Strana 35
... 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 Úplné zobrazenie - 1808 |
The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays,: Which are Acted at the ... Mrs. Inchbald Úplné zobrazenie - 1808 |
The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays,: Which are Acted at the ... Mrs. Inchbald Úplné zobrazenie - 1808 |
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Angelo ANTIPHOLIS art thou BENVOLIO blood brother Buck Buckingham CAPULET Catesby cousin dead dear death didst dost doth DROMIO Duch DUCHESS OF YORK Duke Egeon England Enter EPHESUS Exeunt Exit Exit ENGLISH eyes fair farewell father Faul FAULCONBRIDGE fear France Friar FRIAR LAWRENCE friends GENTLEMEN Ghost give Glost GLOSTER grace 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 POLONIUS pray Prince Queen Romeo ROSENCRANTZ SCENE sorrow soul speak Stanley sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast Tibalt tongue Tressel Trumpets uncle villain weep wife wilt word York
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Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 21 - Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.