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Will you discover yet ? Mine honour first . - I've too much foolish naEvad . The fellow's mad : Sleep , and speak sense . Mel . Force my swollen heart no further : I would In me : Speak . save thee . Evad . Is there none else here ?
Will you discover yet ? Mine honour first . - I've too much foolish naEvad . The fellow's mad : Sleep , and speak sense . Mel . Force my swollen heart no further : I would In me : Speak . save thee . Evad . Is there none else here ?
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To lose it rather by my will , than force . [ Erit Phi . Coun . I cannot follow the rogue . Phi . I have done ill ; my conscience calls mé false , Enter PuaraMOND , Dion , ClerEMONT , Tura - To strike at her , that would not strike at ...
To lose it rather by my will , than force . [ Erit Phi . Coun . I cannot follow the rogue . Phi . I have done ill ; my conscience calls mé false , Enter PuaraMOND , Dion , ClerEMONT , Tura - To strike at her , that would not strike at ...
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To your proud masters , who with whips of iron Or dare you but imagine that your gold is Will force you to give up what you conceal , Too dear a salary for such as hazard Or tear it from your throats : Adorn your walls Their blood and ...
To your proud masters , who with whips of iron Or dare you but imagine that your gold is Will force you to give up what you conceal , Too dear a salary for such as hazard Or tear it from your throats : Adorn your walls Their blood and ...
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Prepared by Victory , of immortal viands , Diph . So will I. Not for base men , but such as with their swords | Methinks I am not what I was : Her words Dare force admittance , and will be her guests ; Have made me younger by a score ...
Prepared by Victory , of immortal viands , Diph . So will I. Not for base men , but such as with their swords | Methinks I am not what I was : Her words Dare force admittance , and will be her guests ; Have made me younger by a score ...
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Shake not , best lady ! for , believe it , you are As far from danger as I am from force : CLEORA , TIMANDRA , a chair , a shout within . All violence I'll offer , tends no farther Timan . They're at our gates , my heart ! af- Than to ...
Shake not , best lady ! for , believe it , you are As far from danger as I am from force : CLEORA , TIMANDRA , a chair , a shout within . All violence I'll offer , tends no farther Timan . They're at our gates , my heart ! af- Than to ...
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Amin arms base bear believe better bless blood brave bring Cæsar Cast cause Cleo comes command court curse danger dare dead dear death dost earth Enter Erit eyes face fair faith fall false fate father fear fight follow force fortune give gods guard hand happy hate head hear heart Heaven hold honour hope hour I'll keep kill king lady leave live look lord lost means meet nature never night noble once peace pity poor prince rest Roman ruin SCENE shew slave soldier sorrow soul speak stand stay sure sweet sword talk tears tell thank thee thing thou art thou hast thought true turn virtue wish woman worthy wretched wrong
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Сторінка 13 - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
Сторінка 198 - O'er fourscore thousand men, of whom each one Is braver than himself ? Vent. You conquered for him ; Philippi knows it : there you shared with him That empire, which your sword made all your own. Ant. Fool that I was ! upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren till I was tired with soaring, And now he mounts above me.
Сторінка 279 - And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Сторінка 248 - Redeemed her life with half the loss of mine; Like a rich conquest in one hand I bore her, And with the other...
Сторінка 56 - and dressed myself In habit of a boy; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you; and, understanding well That when I made discovery of my sex I...
Сторінка 347 - Marcia tow'rs above her sex : True, she is fair, (oh how divinely fair !) But still the lovely maid improves her charms With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, And sanctity of manners.
Сторінка 203 - Was not thy fury quite disarmed with wonder? Didst thou not shrink behind me from those eyes And whisper in my ear — Oh, tell her not That I accused her with my brother's death ? DOLA.
Сторінка 195 - They said they would not fight for Cleopatra. Why should they fight indeed, to make her conquer, And make you more a slave ? to gain you kingdoms, Which, for a kiss, at your next midnight feast, You'll sell to her ? Then she new-names her jewels, And calls this diamond such or such a tax ; Each pendant in her ear shall be a province.
Сторінка 347 - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin, that I admire: Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
Сторінка 279 - Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold. And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart.
Бібліографічна інформація
| Назва | The British Drama: pt. 1-2. Tragedies Том 1,Частина 1 з серії The British Drama: Comprehending the Best Plays in the English Language |
| Видавець | William Miller, printed by James Ballantyne, 1804 |
| Оригінал із | Нью-Йоркська публічна бібліотека |
| Оцифровано | 3 січ. 2007 |
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