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... use : Our country's caufe , That drew our fwords , now wrefts ' em from our hands , And bids us not delight in Roman blood , Unprofitably shed ; what men could do Is done already : Heav'n and earth will witness , If Rome muft fall ...
... use : Our country's caufe , That drew our fwords , now wrefts ' em from our hands , And bids us not delight in Roman blood , Unprofitably shed ; what men could do Is done already : Heav'n and earth will witness , If Rome muft fall ...
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... use To gain this mighty boon ? She pities me ! To one that afks the warm return of love , Compaffion's cruelty , ' tis fcorn , ' tis death- PORTIU S. Marcus , no more ! have I deferv'd this treatment ? MARCUS . What have I faid ! O ...
... use To gain this mighty boon ? She pities me ! To one that afks the warm return of love , Compaffion's cruelty , ' tis fcorn , ' tis death- PORTIU S. Marcus , no more ! have I deferv'd this treatment ? MARCUS . What have I faid ! O ...
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... use any further arguments to convince you that I am so . VELLU M. I am - and moreover , I question not but your good Lady will likewife be convinced of it . Her ho -- nour is a difcerning Lady . Sir GEORGE . I'm only afraid the fhould ...
... use any further arguments to convince you that I am so . VELLU M. I am - and moreover , I question not but your good Lady will likewife be convinced of it . Her ho -- nour is a difcerning Lady . Sir GEORGE . I'm only afraid the fhould ...
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... use of the fervants ! What , are the rogues afraid of fleeping in the dark ? What an unfortunate woman am I ! This is fuch a particular diftrefs , it puts me to my wits end . Vellum , What would you advise me to do ? VELLUM . Madam ...
... use of the fervants ! What , are the rogues afraid of fleeping in the dark ? What an unfortunate woman am I ! This is fuch a particular diftrefs , it puts me to my wits end . Vellum , What would you advise me to do ? VELLUM . Madam ...
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... the fashion of it is changeable : And thirdly , that it is of no use . And firft of the first : The fragility of china is fuch as a reasonable Being ought by no means · Se- to to fet its heart upon , though at the fame 326 LovER . The.
... the fashion of it is changeable : And thirdly , that it is of no use . And firft of the first : The fragility of china is fuch as a reasonable Being ought by no means · Se- to to fet its heart upon , though at the fame 326 LovER . The.
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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.