Jones's British Theatre, Том 4Chambers, 1795 |
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... husband , the life of Aftyanax is indeed a little prolonged beyond the term fixed to it by the general confent of the ancient authors . But fo long as there is no- thing improbable in the fuppofition , a judicious critic will al- ways ...
... husband , the life of Aftyanax is indeed a little prolonged beyond the term fixed to it by the general confent of the ancient authors . But fo long as there is no- thing improbable in the fuppofition , a judicious critic will al- ways ...
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... husband , and a father . But I must fuffer forrow heap'd on forrow ; And ftill the fatal ftroke muft come from you . Pyr . Dry up thofe tears , I must not fee you weep , And know , I have rejected their demands . The Greeks already ...
... husband , and a father . But I must fuffer forrow heap'd on forrow ; And ftill the fatal ftroke muft come from you . Pyr . Dry up thofe tears , I must not fee you weep , And know , I have rejected their demands . The Greeks already ...
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... husband by your conquefts . Such a husband ! ( Tormenting thought ! ) whofe death alone has made Your fire immortal : Pyrrhus and Achilles Are both grown great by my calamities . Pyr . Madam , ' tis well ! Your will must be obey'd ...
... husband by your conquefts . Such a husband ! ( Tormenting thought ! ) whofe death alone has made Your fire immortal : Pyrrhus and Achilles Are both grown great by my calamities . Pyr . Madam , ' tis well ! Your will must be obey'd ...
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... husband dragg'd in his own blood ; my fon Condemn'd to bondage , and myself a slave ; Yet , in the midst of these unheard - of woes , ' Twas fome relief to find myfelf your captive ; And that my fon , deriv'd from ancient kings , Since ...
... husband dragg'd in his own blood ; my fon Condemn'd to bondage , and myself a slave ; Yet , in the midst of these unheard - of woes , ' Twas fome relief to find myfelf your captive ; And that my fon , deriv'd from ancient kings , Since ...
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... husband , That you fhould facrifice his fon ? Confider , Pyrrhus once more invites you to a throne ; Turns all his power against the foes of Troy ; Remembers not Achilles was his father ; Retracts his conqueft , and forgets his hatred ...
... husband , That you fhould facrifice his fon ? Confider , Pyrrhus once more invites you to a throne ; Turns all his power against the foes of Troy ; Remembers not Achilles was his father ; Retracts his conqueft , and forgets his hatred ...
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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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