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Cato: A Tragedy. As It Is Acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane, by Her ...
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Action againſt appears Arms Author bear Beauty becauſe Beginning brings Brother Cæfar carry Cato Cato's Cauſe Character comes Country Daughter Death Effects Enter ev'ry Eyes Fable fall Fate Father Fear firſt follow Force Fortune Friends give Gods going Grief Guards Hall Hand Head hear Heart Heav'n himſelf Honour Hope Incidents Italy Juba juſt laſt leaſt Liberty live look Love Lover Lucia Lucius Manners Marc Marcia Marcus means moſt muſt Name Nature never Numidian obſerving once Paſſion Perſons Pity Place Play pleaſe Poet Port Portius preſent Prince Quality Reaſon Reſolution Roman Rome Rules ſame ſays Scene ſee ſelf Semp Sempronius Senate ſhall ſhe ſhew ſhould ſince ſome Soul ſtill Succeſs ſuch Sword Syph Syphax Tears tell thee theſe thing Third thoſe thou Thoughts Tragedy Tragical true Virtue whole World wou'd young
Сторінка 57 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Сторінка 42 - Remember, O my friends, the laws, the rights, The generous plan of power deliver'd down, From age to age, by your renown'd forefathers, (So dearly bought, the price of so much blood) O let it never perish in your hands ! But piously transmit it to your children.
Сторінка 5 - I'll straight away, And while the fathers of the senate meet In close debate to weigh th' events of war, I'll animate the soldiers' drooping courage, With love of freedom, and contempt of life. Ill thunder in their ears their country's cause, And try to rouse up all that's Roman in 'em.
Сторінка 19 - Rome fall a moment ere her time? No, let us draw her term of freedom out In its full length, and spin it to the last, So shall we gain still one day's liberty; And let me perish, but in Cato's judgment, A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Сторінка 18 - Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ! No, let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his throng"d legions, and charge home upon him.
Сторінка 12 - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin that I admire. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
Сторінка 62 - Tis this that shakes our country with alarms, And gives up Rome a prey to Roman arms, Produces fraud, and cruelty, and strife, . And robs the guilty world of Cato's life.
Сторінка 46 - I've track'd her to her covert. Be sure you mind the word, and when I give it, Rush in at once, and seize upon your prey. Let not her cries or tears have force to move you. How will the young Numidian rave, to see His mistress lost! If aught could glad my soul, Beyond th' enjoyment of so bright a prize, 'Twould be to torture that young gay barbarian.