Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays, Том 3John Bell and under the direction of George Cawthorn, British Library, Strand, 1797 |
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... Syph . Sempronius , all is ready ; I've sounded my Numidians , man by man , And find them ripe for a revolt : they all Complain aloud of Cato's discipline , And wait but the command to change their master . Sem . Believe me , Syphax ...
... Syph . Sempronius , all is ready ; I've sounded my Numidians , man by man , And find them ripe for a revolt : they all Complain aloud of Cato's discipline , And wait but the command to change their master . Sem . Believe me , Syphax ...
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... Syph . Alas , he's lost ! He's lost , Sempronius ; all his thoughts are full Of Cato's virtues - But I'll try once more ( For every instant I expect him here ) If yet I can subdue those stubborn principles Of faith and honour , and I ...
... Syph . Alas , he's lost ! He's lost , Sempronius ; all his thoughts are full Of Cato's virtues - But I'll try once more ( For every instant I expect him here ) If yet I can subdue those stubborn principles Of faith and honour , and I ...
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... Syph . In troth , thou'rt able to instruct grey hairs , And teach the wily African deceit . Sem . Once more be sure to try thy skill on Juba . Meanwhile I'll hasten to my Roman soldiers , Inflame the mutiny , and underhand Blow up their ...
... Syph . In troth , thou'rt able to instruct grey hairs , And teach the wily African deceit . Sem . Once more be sure to try thy skill on Juba . Meanwhile I'll hasten to my Roman soldiers , Inflame the mutiny , and underhand Blow up their ...
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... Syph . ' Tis not my talent to conceal my thoughts , Or carry smiles and sunshine in my face , When discontent sits heavy at my heart ; I have not yet so much the Roman in me . Jub . Why dost thou cast out such ungen'rous terms Against ...
... Syph . ' Tis not my talent to conceal my thoughts , Or carry smiles and sunshine in my face , When discontent sits heavy at my heart ; I have not yet so much the Roman in me . Jub . Why dost thou cast out such ungen'rous terms Against ...
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... Syph . Patience , kind Heav'ns ! —excuse an old man's warmth : What are those wond'rous civilizing arts , This Roman polish , and this smooth behaviour , That renders man thus tractable and tame ? Are they not only to disguise our ...
... Syph . Patience , kind Heav'ns ! —excuse an old man's warmth : What are those wond'rous civilizing arts , This Roman polish , and this smooth behaviour , That renders man thus tractable and tame ? Are they not only to disguise our ...
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Сторінка 79 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man ! Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ; The wide, th...
Сторінка 36 - 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 78 - When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Сторінка 79 - Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass? The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it.
Сторінка 34 - CATO. Let not a torrent of impetuous zeal Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of reason: True fortitude is seen in great exploits, That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides; All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction.
Сторінка 33 - My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate 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 thronged legions, and charge home upon him.
Сторінка 79 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us— And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — he must delight in virtue; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Сторінка 79 - If there's a power above us (And that 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 53 - With all the strength and heats of eloquence Fraternal love and friendship can inspire. Tell her thy brother languishes to death, And fades away, and withers in his bloom...
Сторінка 36 - Whom, with a troop of fifty chosen men, I met advancing. The pursuit I led, Till we o'ertook the spoil-encumber'd foe. We fought and conquer'd. E're a sword was drawn, An arrow from my bow had pierc'd their chief, Who wore that day the arms which now I wear.