Jones's British Theatre, Том 4Chambers, 1795 |
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... fate Divide us more , and tear me from myself . Pyl . O prince ! O my Oreftes ! O my friend ! -- Thus let me speak the welcome of my heart . [ Embracing . Since I have gain'd this unexpected meeting , Bleft be THE ...
... fate Divide us more , and tear me from myself . Pyl . O prince ! O my Oreftes ! O my friend ! -- Thus let me speak the welcome of my heart . [ Embracing . Since I have gain'd this unexpected meeting , Bleft be THE ...
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... fate . Pyl . You much furprise me , prince ! I thought you cur'd Of your unpity'd , unfuccefsful paffion . Why , in Epirus , fhould you hope to find Hermione lefs cruel , than at Sparta ? I thought her pride , and the disdainful manner ...
... fate . Pyl . You much furprise me , prince ! I thought you cur'd Of your unpity'd , unfuccefsful paffion . Why , in Epirus , fhould you hope to find Hermione lefs cruel , than at Sparta ? I thought her pride , and the disdainful manner ...
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... fate , I thought how the divine Hermione , Deaf to my vows , regardlefs of my plaints , Gave up herself , in all her charms , to Pyrrhus ; Thou may'ft remember , I abhorr'd her name , Strove to forget her and repay her fcorn . I made my ...
... fate , I thought how the divine Hermione , Deaf to my vows , regardlefs of my plaints , Gave up herself , in all her charms , to Pyrrhus ; Thou may'ft remember , I abhorr'd her name , Strove to forget her and repay her fcorn . I made my ...
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... fate , Aftyanax , he nurses in his court ; Aftyanax , the young , furviving hope Of ruin'd Troy ; Aftyanax , defcended From a long race of kings ; great Hector's fon . Pyl . A name ftill dreadful in the ears of Greece ! But , prince ...
... fate , Aftyanax , he nurses in his court ; Aftyanax , the young , furviving hope Of ruin'd Troy ; Aftyanax , defcended From a long race of kings ; great Hector's fon . Pyl . A name ftill dreadful in the ears of Greece ! But , prince ...
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... fate To love unpity'd : to defire to fee you ; And ftill to fwear each time fhall be the laft . My paffion breaks thro ' my repeated oaths : And every time I vifit you I'm perjur'd . Even now , I find my wounds all bleed afresh : I ...
... fate To love unpity'd : to defire to fee you ; And ftill to fwear each time fhall be the laft . My paffion breaks thro ' my repeated oaths : And every time I vifit you I'm perjur'd . Even now , I find my wounds all bleed afresh : I ...
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Aftyanax againſt Alic AMBROSE PHILIPS Andr Andromache Anna arms bofom brave breaft Burleigh caufe cauſe Ceph Cephifa Child Maurice Cleone counfel curfe death defpair doft thou Douglas dreadful Effex Enter Epirus Exeunt Exit eyes facred falfe fame fate father fave fcorn fear fecret feems fhall fhame fhould fince flain foes fome foon forrows foul fpirit ftand ftill fuch fword Glen Glenalvon Gloft goodneſs Greece Greeks grief Haft Haftings hate heart Heav'n Hector Hermione himſelf honeft honour huſband JANE SHORE juft king Lady laft lord lov'd madam malice moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble Norval Nottingham o'er Oreft paffion pity pleaſure prefence preferve prince purpoſe Pylades Pyrrhus queen rage Randolph refentment reft rife royal ſhall ſhe Southampton ſpeak ſtill tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thought whofe wiſh wretch yourſelf
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