The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...Mrs. Inchbald Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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Pàgina 4
... of the play , and the entire character of the Abbess Æmilia , can be little mistrusted ; though not even in these parts are there any very powerful marks of his genius . This drama was scarcely known on the stage for the 4 REMARKS .
... of the play , and the entire character of the Abbess Æmilia , can be little mistrusted ; though not even in these parts are there any very powerful marks of his genius . This drama was scarcely known on the stage for the 4 REMARKS .
Pàgina 8
... Simmons . Mr. Atkins . Mr. Truman . Mr. T. Blanchard . Mr. Reeves . ABBESS Mrs. Humphries . ADRIANA Mrs. Gibbs . LUCIANA Miss Norton . HERMIA Miss Bolton . LESBIA Miss Waddy . BRIDGET Miss Leserve . 1 DRAMATIS PERSONA. ...
... Simmons . Mr. Atkins . Mr. Truman . Mr. T. Blanchard . Mr. Reeves . ABBESS Mrs. Humphries . ADRIANA Mrs. Gibbs . LUCIANA Miss Norton . HERMIA Miss Bolton . LESBIA Miss Waddy . BRIDGET Miss Leserve . 1 DRAMATIS PERSONA. ...
Pàgina 53
... ABBESS , from the Priory . Abbess . Be quiet , people ! wherefore throng ye hither ? Adr . To fetch my poor distracted husband hence . Let us come in , that we may bind him fast , And bear him home for his recovery . Angelo . I knew he ...
... ABBESS , from the Priory . Abbess . Be quiet , people ! wherefore throng ye hither ? Adr . To fetch my poor distracted husband hence . Let us come in , that we may bind him fast , And bear him home for his recovery . Angelo . I knew he ...
Pàgina 54
... Abbess . No , not a creature enters in my house . Adr . Then let your servants bring my husband forth . Abbess . Neither he took this place for sanctuary ; And it shall privilege him from your hands , Till I have brought him to his wits ...
... Abbess . No , not a creature enters in my house . Adr . Then let your servants bring my husband forth . Abbess . Neither he took this place for sanctuary ; And it shall privilege him from your hands , Till I have brought him to his wits ...
Pàgina 55
... Abbess . Be quiet , and depart - thou shalt not have him . [ Exit to the Priory . Luc . Complain unto the Duke of this indignity . Adr . Come , then , I will fall prostrate at his feet , And never rise , until my prayers and tears Have ...
... Abbess . Be quiet , and depart - thou shalt not have him . [ Exit to the Priory . Luc . Complain unto the Duke of this indignity . Adr . Come , then , I will fall prostrate at his feet , And never rise , until my prayers and tears Have ...
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The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the ... Mrs. Inchbald Visualització completa - 1808 |
The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays,: Which are Acted at the ... Mrs. Inchbald Visualització completa - 1808 |
The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays,: Which are Acted at the ... Mrs. Inchbald Visualització completa - 1808 |
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Abbess Ægeon Angelo ANTIPHOLIS art thou BENVOLIO blood brother Buck Buckingham CAPULET Catesby cousin dead dear death didst dost doth DROMIO Duch Duke 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 ROMEO AND JULIET 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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 21 - Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.