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... peace , for whom he fought ! Who then shall offer To Mars's so - scorned altar ? I do bleed When such I ' meet , and wish great Juno would Resume her ancient fit of jealousy , To get the soldier work , that peace might purge For her ...
... peace , for whom he fought ! Who then shall offer To Mars's so - scorned altar ? I do bleed When such I ' meet , and wish great Juno would Resume her ancient fit of jealousy , To get the soldier work , that peace might purge For her ...
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... Peace be to you , As I pursue this war ! which shall be then Beyond further requiring . Emi . How his longing [ Exit . Follows his friend ! Since his depart , his sports , Though craving seriousness and skill , past slightly His ...
... Peace be to you , As I pursue this war ! which shall be then Beyond further requiring . Emi . How his longing [ Exit . Follows his friend ! Since his depart , his sports , Though craving seriousness and skill , past slightly His ...
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... peace ! All . God preserve your majesty ! Arb . Now you may live securely i ' your towns , Your children round about you ; you may sit Under your vines , and make the miseries Of other kingdoms a discourse for you , And lend them ...
... peace ! All . God preserve your majesty ! Arb . Now you may live securely i ' your towns , Your children round about you ; you may sit Under your vines , and make the miseries Of other kingdoms a discourse for you , And lend them ...
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... peace to your grace ! Pan . Pray Heav'n , I find it ! [ Exeunt . Enter TIGRANES , in prison . Tigr . Fool that I am ! I have undone myself , And with my own hand turn'd my fortune round , That was a fair one . I have childishly Play'd ...
... peace to your grace ! Pan . Pray Heav'n , I find it ! [ Exeunt . Enter TIGRANES , in prison . Tigr . Fool that I am ! I have undone myself , And with my own hand turn'd my fortune round , That was a fair one . I have childishly Play'd ...
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... Peace of heart betwixt them ! But this is strange . Lys . The king my brother did it To honour you ; and these solemnities ford , Can witness with me . Lys . ' Tis true , Melantius ; He might not come , till the solemnity Of this great ...
... Peace of heart betwixt them ! But this is strange . Lys . The king my brother did it To honour you ; and these solemnities ford , Can witness with me . Lys . ' Tis true , Melantius ; He might not come , till the solemnity Of this great ...
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The Modern British Drama, Vol. 2 of 5: Tragedies (Classic Reprint) Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2018 |
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Acast Amin arms art thou Bacurius BAJAZET Bessus bless blood brave brother Brun Cæsar Cast Castalio Char Cleo Cleon Cleora curse dare Daugh dear death Dion Diph DIPHILUS dost thou Enter Euphrania Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fate father fear fool forgive fortune give gods grief hand happy hath hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope king kiss lady leave Leost Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam Marcian Mardonius Monimia ne'er Nennius never night noble o'er OROONOKO peace Philaster Photinus pity Pompey poor pray prince Ptol Pulcheria queen revenge ruin SCENE shew sister slave soldier sorrow soul speak sure swear sweet sword Tamerlane tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Twas twill Vent virtue weep wilt woman wretched wrong
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Сторінка 132 - Tis less than to be born ; a lasting sleep ; A quiet resting from all jealousy, A thing we all pursue. I know, besides, It is but giving over of a game That must be lost.
Сторінка 440 - Ohy woman! lovely woman! nature made thee .To temper man : we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you : There's in you all that we believe of Heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Сторінка 337 - Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow ; He who would search for pearls, must dive below.
Сторінка 518 - And shoot a chillness 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 440 - Thou mad'st me what I am, with all the spirit, Aspiring thoughts and elegant desires That fill the happiest man ? Ah ! rather why Didst thou not form me sordid as my fate, Base-minded, dull, and fit to carry burdens? Why have I sense to know the curse that's on me? Is this just dealing. Nature ? Belvidera ! Enter BELVIDERA.
Сторінка 125 - I shall be willing, if not apt, to learn. Age and experience will adorn my mind With larger knowledge : and if I have done A wilful fault, think me not past all hope For once; what master holds so strict a hand Over his boy, that he will part with him Without one warning? Let me be corrected To break my stubbornness if it be so, Rather than turn me off, and I shall mend.
Сторінка 358 - Heaven has but Our sorrow for our sins ; and then delights To pardon erring man : Sweet mercy seems Its darling attribute, which limits justice ; . • As if there were degrees in infinite, And infinite would rather want perfection,. * Than punish to extent, Ant.
Сторінка 440 - Oh woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you ! Angels are painted fair to look like you : There's in you all, that we believe of" heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Сторінка 439 - Burn ! First burn, and level Venice to thy ruin. What ! starve like beggars' brats in frosty weather, Under a hedge, and whine ourselves to death ! Thou, or thy cause, shall never want assistance, Whilst I have blood or fortune fit to serve thee; Command my heart: thou art every way its master.
Сторінка 8 - The fair-eyed maids shall weep our banishments, And in their songs curse ever-blinded Fortune, Till she for shame see what a wrong she has done To youth and nature. This is all our world : We shall know nothing here, but one another ; Hear nothing, but the clock that tells our woes. The vine shall grow, but we shall never see it : Summer shall come, and with her all delights, But dead-cold winter must inhabit here still.