The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Convent Gardin, Haymarket, and Lyceum, Том 5Mrs. Inchbald Hurst, Robinson, 1824 |
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... live with him , My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world : my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord : I saw Othello's visage in his mind ; And to his honours and his valiant parts Did I my soul ...
... live with him , My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world : my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord : I saw Othello's visage in his mind ; And to his honours and his valiant parts Did I my soul ...
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... live , when to live is a tor- ment : and then have we a prescription to die , when death is our physician . Iago . O villainous ! I have look'd upon the world for four times seven years ; and since I could distin- guish betwixt a ...
... live , when to live is a tor- ment : and then have we a prescription to die , when death is our physician . Iago . O villainous ! I have look'd upon the world for four times seven years ; and since I could distin- guish betwixt a ...
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... lives.- Why , how now , ho ! from whence ariseth this ? Are we turn'd Turks : and to ourselves do that Which Heaven hath forbid the Ottomites ? For Christian shame , put by this barbarous brawl ! He that stirs next , to carve forth his ...
... lives.- Why , how now , ho ! from whence ariseth this ? Are we turn'd Turks : and to ourselves do that Which Heaven hath forbid the Ottomites ? For Christian shame , put by this barbarous brawl ! He that stirs next , to carve forth his ...
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... lives in bliss , Who , certain of his fate , loves not his wronger ; But , O , what damned minutes tells he o'er , Who dotes , yet doubts ; suspects , yet strongly loves ! Oth . O misery ! Iago . Poor and content , is rich , and rich ...
... lives in bliss , Who , certain of his fate , loves not his wronger ; But , O , what damned minutes tells he o'er , Who dotes , yet doubts ; suspects , yet strongly loves ! Oth . O misery ! Iago . Poor and content , is rich , and rich ...
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... live she so ! and long live you to think so ! Oth . And yet , how nature , erring from itself , - Iago . Ay , there's the point ; as , -to be bold with you , Not to affect many proposed matches , Of her own clime , complexion , and ...
... live she so ! and long live you to think so ! Oth . And yet , how nature , erring from itself , - Iago . Ay , there's the point ; as , -to be bold with you , Not to affect many proposed matches , Of her own clime , complexion , and ...
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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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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.