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 44
... kill'd him , he is banished . Jul . Oh ! Heaven ! Did Romeo's hand shed Ti- balt's blood ? Nurse . It did , it did ; alas the day , it did ! Jul . Oh , nature ! What hadst thou to do in hell , When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend ...
... kill'd him , he is banished . Jul . Oh ! Heaven ! Did Romeo's hand shed Ti- balt's blood ? Nurse . It did , it did ; alas the day , it did ! Jul . Oh , nature ! What hadst thou to do in hell , When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend ...
Pàgina 45
... kill'd your cousin ? Jul . Shall I speak ill of him , that is my husband ? Ah , poor my lord , what tongue shall smooth thy name , When I thy three hours wife have mangled it ? Back , foolish tears , back to your native spring : Your ...
... kill'd your cousin ? Jul . Shall I speak ill of him , that is my husband ? Ah , poor my lord , what tongue shall smooth thy name , When I thy three hours wife have mangled it ? Back , foolish tears , back to your native spring : Your ...
Pàgina 76
... kill'd Cap . Oh me ! this sight of death is as a bell , That warns my old age to a sepulchre . Enter MONTAGUE . Prince . Come , Montague , for thou art early up , To see thy son and heir now early fall'n . Mont . Alas , my liege , my ...
... kill'd Cap . Oh me ! this sight of death is as a bell , That warns my old age to a sepulchre . Enter MONTAGUE . Prince . Come , Montague , for thou art early up , To see thy son and heir now early fall'n . Mont . Alas , my liege , my ...
Pàgina 48
... kill'd i ' the capitol ; Brutus kill'd me . Ham . It was a brute part of him , to kill so capital a calf there . Be the players ready ? Ros . Ay , my lord ; they stay upon your patience . [ Bell rings , and the Curtain rises for the ...
... kill'd i ' the capitol ; Brutus kill'd me . Ham . It was a brute part of him , to kill so capital a calf there . Be the players ready ? Ros . Ay , my lord ; they stay upon your patience . [ Bell rings , and the Curtain rises for the ...
Pàgina 61
... O heavy deed ! It had been so with us , had we been there . Where is he gone ? Queen . To draw apart the body he hath kill'd . G King . The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch SCENE IV . ] 61 HAMLET . ACT THE FOURTH. ...
... O heavy deed ! It had been so with us , had we been there . Where is he gone ? Queen . To draw apart the body he hath kill'd . G King . The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch SCENE IV . ] 61 HAMLET . ACT THE FOURTH. ...
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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.