The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Convent Gardin, Haymarket, and Lyceum, Volumen5Mrs. Inchbald Hurst, Robinson, 1824 |
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... thank your grace.- Here is the man , this Moor ; whom now , it seems , Your special mandate , for the state affairs , Hath hither brought . Duke . We are very sorry for't . What in your own part can you say to this ? Bra . Nothing , but ...
... thank your grace.- Here is the man , this Moor ; whom now , it seems , Your special mandate , for the state affairs , Hath hither brought . Duke . We are very sorry for't . What in your own part can you say to this ? Bra . Nothing , but ...
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... thank'd me ; And bade me , if I had a friend that loved her , I should but teach him how to tell my story , And that would woo her . Upon this hint , I spake : She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd ; 1 And I loved her , that she did ...
... thank'd me ; And bade me , if I had a friend that loved her , I should but teach him how to tell my story , And that would woo her . Upon this hint , I spake : She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd ; 1 And I loved her , that she did ...
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... Thanks to the valiant of this warlike isle , That so approve the Moor : O , let the heavens Give him defence against the elements , For I have lost him on a dangerous sea ! Mont . Is he well shipped ? Cas . His bark is stoutly timber'd ...
... Thanks to the valiant of this warlike isle , That so approve the Moor : O , let the heavens Give him defence against the elements , For I have lost him on a dangerous sea ! Mont . Is he well shipped ? Cas . His bark is stoutly timber'd ...
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... thank you , valiant Cassio . What tidings can you tell me of my lord ? Cas . He is not yet arrived ; -nor know I aught , But that he's well , and will be shortly here . Des . O , but I fear - How lost you company ? Cas . The great ...
... thank you , valiant Cassio . What tidings can you tell me of my lord ? Cas . He is not yet arrived ; -nor know I aught , But that he's well , and will be shortly here . Des . O , but I fear - How lost you company ? Cas . The great ...
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... thank me , love me , and reward me , For making him egregiously an ass , And practising upon his peace and quiet , Even to madness . ' Tis here , but yet confused ; Knavery's plain face is never seen till used . [ Exit . SCENE II ...
... thank me , love me , and reward me , For making him egregiously an ass , And practising upon his peace and quiet , Even to madness . ' Tis here , but yet confused ; Knavery's plain face is never seen till used . [ Exit . SCENE II ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Banquo BENVOLIO blood BRABANTIO Buck CAPULET Cassio Catesby cousin COVENT GARDEN Cyprus dead dear death deed Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear FLEANCE Friar friends gentlemen Ghost give Glost GLOSTER grace Graved grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart Heaven Hecate honest honour Horatio Iago is't Juliet kill'd King Lady Laer Laertes Lieut lieutenant live look lord LORD STANLEY Macb Macbeth Macd MACDUFF madam Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor mother murder night noble Nurse Ophelia OSRICK OTHELLO POLONIUS pray Prince Queen Roderigo Romeo Rosse SCENE SEYTON sleep soul speak Stanley sweet sword tears tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast thought to-night tongue Tressel Trumpets twas Tybalt villain weep wife Witch
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Página 4 - 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 porpentine : But this eternal blazon ' must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Página 24 - No traveller returns, — puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus, conscience does make cowards of us all ; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought ; And enterprises of great pith and moment, With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.
Página 29 - 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...
Página 86 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly : These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe l 2.
Página 16 - 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.
Página 27 - I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not sa.w the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
Página 2 - 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 ? Say, why is this ? wherefore ? what should we do ? [Ghost beckons Hamlet.
Página 70 - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance : nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it ; he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he owed* As 'twere a careless trifle.
Página 1 - How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Página 19 - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand ; Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.