Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English PlaysJ. Bell, 1776 |
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... caft downward To be trod out by Cæfar ? Vent . [ Afide . ] On my foul . ' Tis mournful , wond'rous mournful ! Ant . Count thy gains , Now , Antony , wouldst thou be born for this ? Glutton of fortune , thy devouring youth Has ftarv'd ...
... caft downward To be trod out by Cæfar ? Vent . [ Afide . ] On my foul . ' Tis mournful , wond'rous mournful ! Ant . Count thy gains , Now , Antony , wouldst thou be born for this ? Glutton of fortune , thy devouring youth Has ftarv'd ...
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... caft his eyes about , And ev'ry leader's hopes and fears furvey'd ; Methought he look'd refolv'd , and yet not pleas'd .. When he beheld me ftruggling in the crowd , He blufi'd , and bade , make way . Alex . There's comfort yet . Char ...
... caft his eyes about , And ev'ry leader's hopes and fears furvey'd ; Methought he look'd refolv'd , and yet not pleas'd .. When he beheld me ftruggling in the crowd , He blufi'd , and bade , make way . Alex . There's comfort yet . Char ...
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... caft a look fo languifhingly fweet , As if , fecure of all beholders hearts , Neglecting fhe could take ' em ! Boys , like Cupids , Stood fanning with their painted wings , the winds That play'd about her face : but if the fmil'd , A ...
... caft a look fo languifhingly fweet , As if , fecure of all beholders hearts , Neglecting fhe could take ' em ! Boys , like Cupids , Stood fanning with their painted wings , the winds That play'd about her face : but if the fmil'd , A ...
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... caft me in fo foft a mould , That but to hear a story feign'd for pleafure • Of fome fad lover's death , moistens my eyes , And robs me of my manhood . ' Í fhould fpeak : So faintly ; with fuch fear to grieve her heart , She'd not ...
... caft me in fo foft a mould , That but to hear a story feign'd for pleafure • Of fome fad lover's death , moistens my eyes , And robs me of my manhood . ' Í fhould fpeak : So faintly ; with fuch fear to grieve her heart , She'd not ...
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... caft off a flave who follow'd you , • Who crouch'd beneath your fpurn ? -He has no pity ! See , if he gives one tear to my departure ; One look , one kind farewel : Oh , iron heart ! • Let all the gods look down , and judge betwixt us ...
... caft off a flave who follow'd you , • Who crouch'd beneath your fpurn ? -He has no pity ! See , if he gives one tear to my departure ; One look , one kind farewel : Oh , iron heart ! • Let all the gods look down , and judge betwixt us ...
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Acaft Afide againſt Alex Antony art thou bafe Barn Barnwell becauſe beſt Biron bleffing Blunt breaſt Cæfar Caft Caftalio caufe cauſe Chamont Charmion Cleo Cleopatra curfe death defire Dolabella Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid falfe fame fate father fear feem fervant fhall fhould firſt flave foft fome foon forrow fortune foul fpeak friendſhip ftill fuch fuffer fure happineſs heart heaven himſelf honeft honour hope houſe Ifabella itſelf juft king laft laſt lefs loft lord lov'd Lucy maſter Millwood moft Monimia moſt muft murder muſt myſelf ne'er never Nurfe paffion pity pleaſe pleaſure Polydore reafon ruin ſhall ſhe Sicily Siffredi Sigifmunda ſpeak ſtill Tancred tears thee thefe there's theſe thofe Thor thoſe thou thought thouſand Twas twill Vent Ventidius Villeroy virtue whofe wretched wrong'd yourſelf youth
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Сторінка 78 - Ever my leader, ev'n in death! My queen and thou have got the start of me, And I'm the lag of honour. — Gone so soon?
Сторінка 8 - ... tis but necessary, when they cannot please, that they should take care not to offend. But as the civilest man in the company is commonly the dullest, so these authors, while they are afraid to make you laugh or cry, out of pure good manners make you sleep.
Сторінка 56 - The abode of falsehood, violated vows, And injured love? For pity, let me go; For, if there be a place of long repose, I'm sure I want it. My disdainful lord Can never break that quiet; nor awake The sleeping soul, with hollowing in my tomb Such words as fright her hence. — Unkind...
Сторінка 18 - Ant. The herd come jumping by me, And, fearless, quench their thirst, while I look on, And take me for their fellow-citizen. More of this image, more; it lulls my thoughts.
Сторінка 57 - Could you not beg An hour's admittance to his private ear? Like one who wanders through long barren wilds, And yet foreknows no hospitable inn Is near to...
Сторінка 65 - twill pose the gods, To find an equal torture. Two, two such !— Oh, there's no farther name, — two such ! to me, 'To me, who lock'd my soul within your breasts, Had no desires, no joys, no life, but you; When half the globe was mine, I gave it you In dowry with...
Сторінка 27 - He shows his weakness who declines the combat, And you must urge your fortune. Could he speak More plainly ? To my ears, the message sounds — Come to my rescue, Cleopatra, come; Come, free me from Ventidius; from my tyrant: See me, and give me a pretence to leave him !— I hear his trumpets.
Сторінка 28 - Good heavens, is this — is this the man who braves me ? Who bids my age make way ? Drives me before him, To the world's ridge, and sweeps me off like rubbish ? Vent.
Сторінка 63 - Lingered behind with her. I hear, my lord, You make conditions for her, And would include her treaty. Wondrous proofs Of love to me ! Ant. Are you my friend, Ventidius ? Or are you turned a Dolabella too, And let this fury loose ? Vent.
Сторінка 52 - Men are but children of a larger growth; Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain ; And yet the soul, shut up in her dark room, Viewing so clear abroad, at home sees nothing: But, like a mole in earth, busy and blind, Works all her folly up, and casts it outward To the world's open view...