British Theatre, Том 6J. Bell, 1791 |
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... thou cool traitor ! thou insulting tyrant . Dost thou behold my poor distracted heart , Thus rent with agonizing love and rage , And ask me what it means ? Art thou not false ? Am I not scorn'd , forsaken , and abandon'd , A & t II . 27 ...
... thou cool traitor ! thou insulting tyrant . Dost thou behold my poor distracted heart , Thus rent with agonizing love and rage , And ask me what it means ? Art thou not false ? Am I not scorn'd , forsaken , and abandon'd , A & t II . 27 ...
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... Dost thou in scorn , Preach patience to my rage , and bid me tamely Sit like a poor contented idiot down , Nor dare to think thou'st wrong'd me ? Ruin seize thee , And swift perdition overtake thy treachery . Have I the least remaining ...
... Dost thou in scorn , Preach patience to my rage , and bid me tamely Sit like a poor contented idiot down , Nor dare to think thou'st wrong'd me ? Ruin seize thee , And swift perdition overtake thy treachery . Have I the least remaining ...
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... dost thou know me , slave ? Dum . Yes , thou proud lord ! I know thee well ; know thee with each advantage Which wealth , or power , or noble birth can give thee . I know thee , too , for one who stains A & II . 35 JANE SHORE . 35.
... dost thou know me , slave ? Dum . Yes , thou proud lord ! I know thee well ; know thee with each advantage Which wealth , or power , or noble birth can give thee . I know thee , too , for one who stains A & II . 35 JANE SHORE . 35.
Сторінка 55
... Dost thou brave me , minion ! Dost thou know How vile , how very a wretch , my pow'r can make thee ? “ That I can let loose fear , distress , and famine , " To hunt thy heels , like hell - hounds , thro ' the world ; " That I can place ...
... Dost thou brave me , minion ! Dost thou know How vile , how very a wretch , my pow'r can make thee ? “ That I can let loose fear , distress , and famine , " To hunt thy heels , like hell - hounds , thro ' the world ; " That I can place ...
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... dost thou search so deep , and urge my memory , " To conjure up my wrongs to life again ? " I have long labour'd to forget myself , " To think on all time backward , like a space " Idle and void , where nothing e'er had being ; " But thou ...
... dost thou search so deep , and urge my memory , " To conjure up my wrongs to life again ? " I have long labour'd to forget myself , " To think on all time backward , like a space " Idle and void , where nothing e'er had being ; " But thou ...
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Alic Alicia arms art thou behold Belmour Boad Boadicea bosom brave breast Burleigh Carmelite Christian Cross Cour Courci death dost thou dreadful Dumnorix Earl of Essex Ebran Enob Enter Essex Ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes faithful falchion fall fame fate fear Flam Flaminius foes gen'rous gentle give Glost Gloster grace gracious grief Gyfford hand hast thou hath hear heart Heav'n Hild honour hope horror husband Icenian injur'd JANE SHORE justice lady live Lord HASTINGS Lord Hildebrand Madam malice mercy Mont Montgomeri ne'er never noble Nottingham o'er passion peace pity pow'r queen rage Roman royal Saint Valori SCENE scorn shame sorrows soul Southampton speak Suetonius tears tell Tenan Tenantius tender terrors thee thou art thou hast thought thro trembling Trinobantians truth valour Venusia virtue woman wou'd wounds wretch
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Сторінка 55 - Dare not, ev'n for thy soul, to thwart me , further ! None of your arts, your feigning and your foolery ; Your dainty squeamish coying it to me ; Go — to your lord, your paramour, begone ! Lisp in his ear, hang wanton on his neck, And play your monkey gambols o'er to him.
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