Jones's British Theatre, Том 4Chambers, 1795 |
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... wretch , whom no man pities , Except thyfelf : one juft about to lofe The treafure of his foul : " whom all mankind 66 Confpire to hate , and one who hates himself . " When will my friendship be of ufe to thee ? Pyl . The question is ...
... wretch , whom no man pities , Except thyfelf : one juft about to lofe The treafure of his foul : " whom all mankind 66 Confpire to hate , and one who hates himself . " When will my friendship be of ufe to thee ? Pyl . The question is ...
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... wretch ! ' tis falfe ! he bafely fears Το with dangers , and encounter death ; ' Tis that he fears : -Am I bright Helen's daughter ? To vindicate her wrongs all Greece confpir'd ; For her confederate nations fought , and kings were cope ...
... wretch ! ' tis falfe ! he bafely fears Το with dangers , and encounter death ; ' Tis that he fears : -Am I bright Helen's daughter ? To vindicate her wrongs all Greece confpir'd ; For her confederate nations fought , and kings were cope ...
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... Wretch that I am ! Alas ! why am I fo ? At every happy parent I repine ! How bleft the mother of yon gallant Norval ! She for a living husband bore her pains , 1 And heard him blefs her when a man was born :: ; She nurs'd her smiling ...
... Wretch that I am ! Alas ! why am I fo ? At every happy parent I repine ! How bleft the mother of yon gallant Norval ! She for a living husband bore her pains , 1 And heard him blefs her when a man was born :: ; She nurs'd her smiling ...
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... wretch . 21 [ Exit Anna . Enter Servants with a Prifoner . Prif . I know no more than does the child unborn Of what you charge me with . ift Ser . You fay fo , Sir ! But torture foon shall make you speak the truth . Behold the lady of ...
... wretch . 21 [ Exit Anna . Enter Servants with a Prifoner . Prif . I know no more than does the child unborn Of what you charge me with . ift Ser . You fay fo , Sir ! But torture foon shall make you speak the truth . Behold the lady of ...
Сторінка 162
... Wretch that I am , Who faw that noble fpirit fwell and rife Above the narrow limits that confin'd it , Yet never was by all thy virtues won To do thee juftice , and reveal the fecret , Which , timely known , had rais'd thee far above ...
... Wretch that I am , Who faw that noble fpirit fwell and rife Above the narrow limits that confin'd it , Yet never was by all thy virtues won To do thee juftice , and reveal the fecret , Which , timely known , had rais'd thee far above ...
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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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