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... thou there ? Sir TRUST Y. My love , my dove , my charming fair ! GRIDELINE . Monfter , thy wheedling tricks I know . Sir TRUSTY . Why wilt thou call thy turtle fo ? GRIDELINE . Cheat not me with false careffes Sir TRUSTY . Let me ftop ...
... thou there ? Sir TRUST Y. My love , my dove , my charming fair ! GRIDELINE . Monfter , thy wheedling tricks I know . Sir TRUSTY . Why wilt thou call thy turtle fo ? GRIDELINE . Cheat not me with false careffes Sir TRUSTY . Let me ftop ...
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... ! Tigrefs , be gone . L GRIDE LINE . I love thee fo I cannot go . Sir TRUST Y. Fly from my paffion , Beldame , fly ! GRIDELINE . Why fo unkind , Sir Trusty , why ? [ Afide . Sir TRUSTY . + Thou'rt the plague of my life Sir ROSAM ON D. 13 .
... ! Tigrefs , be gone . L GRIDE LINE . I love thee fo I cannot go . Sir TRUST Y. Fly from my paffion , Beldame , fly ! GRIDELINE . Why fo unkind , Sir Trusty , why ? [ Afide . Sir TRUSTY . + Thou'rt the plague of my life Sir ROSAM ON D. 13 .
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... Thou art ugly and old , And a villainous fcold . GRIDE LINE . " Thou art a rustic to call me fo , I'm not ugly nor old , Nor a villainous fcold , But thou art a ruftic to call me fo . Thou , traitor , adieu ! Farewel , thou fbrew ! Sir ...
... Thou art ugly and old , And a villainous fcold . GRIDE LINE . " Thou art a rustic to call me fo , I'm not ugly nor old , Nor a villainous fcold , But thou art a ruftic to call me fo . Thou , traitor , adieu ! Farewel , thou fbrew ! Sir ...
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... at thy future fate ! Curfe this unhappy , guilty face , Every charm , and every grace , That to thy ruin made their way , And led thine innocence aftray : [ Apart . At At home thou feeft thy Queen enraged , Abroad thy ROSAM ON D. 17.
... at thy future fate ! Curfe this unhappy , guilty face , Every charm , and every grace , That to thy ruin made their way , And led thine innocence aftray : [ Apart . At At home thou feeft thy Queen enraged , Abroad thy ROSAM ON D. 17.
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... thou advise ? PAGE . Open the gate , if you are wife : I , in an unfufpected hour , May catch ' em dallying in the bower , Perhaps their loose amours prevent , And keep Sir Trufty innocent . GRIDELINE . Thou art in truth A forward youth ...
... thou advise ? PAGE . Open the gate , if you are wife : I , in an unfufpected hour , May catch ' em dallying in the bower , Perhaps their loose amours prevent , And keep Sir Trufty innocent . GRIDELINE . Thou art in truth A forward youth ...
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ABIGA ABIGA L Abigal adviſe Afide againſt becauſe behold BUTLER Cæfar Cafar caft Cato Cato's caufe charms COACHMAN Conjurer dear death DECIUS doft thou drum Duke of Anjou faid fame FANTOM E Fantome father fatire fecond fecret fenate fenfe fervants fhall fhould firft firſt fome foon forrow foul fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftory fubject fuch fuffer fure fword GARDENER ghoft give GRIDELINE grief hear heart heav'n himſelf houſe huſband JUBA juft KING LADY laft laſt loft LUCIA LUCIU Madam mafter Marcia Marcus moft muft muſt myſelf Numidian o'er occafion paffion perfon pleaſe pleaſure Portius Pr'ythee prefent Prince QUEEN raiſe reafon rife Rofamond Roman Rome ROSAMON SCENE ſee SEMPRONIUS ſhall ſhe ſhow Sir GEORGE Sir TRUSTY ſpeak Syphax tears tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thought thouſand Tinfel TINSE TINSE L VELLU virtue
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Сторінка 159 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Сторінка 87 - Have faces flush'd with more exalted charms ; The sun that rolls his chariot o'er their heads, Works up more fire and colour in their cheeks : Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget, The pale, unripen'd beauties of the north.
Сторінка 84 - What virtues grow from ignorance and choice, Nor how the hero differs from the brute. But grant that others could with equal glory Look down on pleasures, and the baits of sense...
Сторінка 158 - Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into...
Сторінка 141 - Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures ? I hear the sound of feet ! they march this way ! Let us retire, and try if we can drown Each softer thought in sense of present danger. When love once pleads admission to our hearts (In spite of all the virtue we can boast) The woman that deliberates is lost.
Сторінка 140 - tis possible for woman To suffer greater ills than Lucia suffers ? MARCIA. 0 Lucia, Lucia, might my big-swoln heart Vent all its griefs, and give a loose to sorrow Marcia could answer thee in sighs, keep pace • With all thy woes, and count out tear for tear.
Сторінка 136 - Remember, O my friends, the laws, the rights, The generous plan of power deliver'd down, From age to age, by your renown'd forefathers, (So dearly bought, the price of so much blood) O let it never perish in your hands ! But piously transmit it to your children.
Сторінка 102 - Cato, you're in Utica, And at the head of your own little senate ; You don't now thunder in the capitol, With all the mouths of Rome to second you. Cato. Let him consider that who drives us hither. Tis Caesar's sword has made Rome's senate little, And thinn'd its ranks. Alas ! thy dazzled eye Beholds this man in a false glaring light, Which conquest and success...
Сторінка 77 - I'll straight away, And while the fathers of the senate meet In close debate to weigh th' events of war, I'll animate the soldiers' drooping courage, With love of freedom, and contempt of life. Ill thunder in their ears their country's cause, And try to rouse up all that's Roman in 'em.
Сторінка 73 - Remember what our father oft has told us : The ways of Heav'n are dark and intricate ; Puzzled in mazes, and perplex'd with errors, Our understanding traces them in vain, Lost and bewilder'd in the fruitless search ; Nor sees with how much art the windings run, Nor where the regular confusion ends.