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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Pagina 15
... thine own custody ? Dro . of Eph . I pray you , jest , sir , as you sit at dinner- I , from my mistress , come to you in haste . Methinks your stomach , like mine , should be your clock , And send you home without a messenger . Ant . of ...
... thine own custody ? Dro . of Eph . I pray you , jest , sir , as you sit at dinner- I , from my mistress , come to you in haste . Methinks your stomach , like mine , should be your clock , And send you home without a messenger . Ant . of ...
Pagina 18
... thine own , This boasted patience would be thrown aside . Luc . Well , I will marry one day , but to try- Here comes your man ; now is your husband near . Enter DROMIO OF EPHESUS . Adr . Say , is 18 FACT II . THE COMEDY OF ERRORS .
... thine own , This boasted patience would be thrown aside . Luc . Well , I will marry one day , but to try- Here comes your man ; now is your husband near . Enter DROMIO OF EPHESUS . Adr . Say , is 18 FACT II . THE COMEDY OF ERRORS .
Pagina 23
... thine ear , That never object , pleasing in thine eye , That never touch were welcome to thine hand , That never food , well savour'd to the taste , Unless I spake , or look'd , or touch'd , or carv'd . How comes it now , my husband ...
... thine ear , That never object , pleasing in thine eye , That never touch were welcome to thine hand , That never food , well savour'd to the taste , Unless I spake , or look'd , or touch'd , or carv'd . How comes it now , my husband ...
Pagina 30
... , carol love : See the limpid brooks around , Winding through the varied grove ; This is passion's fairy ground , Tarry here , with me and love . Adr . Sister , there is some magic in thine 30 THE COMEDY OF ERRORS . [ ACT III .
... , carol love : See the limpid brooks around , Winding through the varied grove ; This is passion's fairy ground , Tarry here , with me and love . Adr . Sister , there is some magic in thine 30 THE COMEDY OF ERRORS . [ ACT III .
Pagina 31
... thine eye , That hath infected his - Perchance to thee , He may unfold the source of his distemp'rature : For me , no longer will I sue for that , My right may claim ; loose infidelity And lawless passion hath estrang'd his soul . Yet ...
... thine eye , That hath infected his - Perchance to thee , He may unfold the source of his distemp'rature : For me , no longer will I sue for that , My right may claim ; loose infidelity And lawless passion hath estrang'd his soul . Yet ...
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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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Pagina 18 - 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?
Pagina 28 - 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.
Pagina 32 - 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.
Pagina 20 - 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.
Pagina 45 - 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...
Pagina 79 - 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?
Pagina 13 - 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...
Pagina 40 - 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...
Pagina 18 - 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.
Pagina 44 - ... 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.