The British Drama: pt. 1-2. TragediesWilliam Miller, printed by James Ballantyne, 1804 |
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... brave Pharamond , is disloval . Are . With whom ? Gal . Why , with the lady I suspected : Are . Run thyself into the presence ; mingle there again With other ladies ; leave the rest to me . If destiny ( to whom we dare not say , Why ...
... brave Pharamond , is disloval . Are . With whom ? Gal . Why , with the lady I suspected : Are . Run thyself into the presence ; mingle there again With other ladies ; leave the rest to me . If destiny ( to whom we dare not say , Why ...
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... brave she keeps him . Pha . Ladies all , good rest ; I mean to kill a buck To - morrow morning , ere you've done your dreams . [ Exit . Gen- Meg . All happiness attend your grace ! tlemen , good rest . Come , shall we to - bed ? Gal ...
... brave she keeps him . Pha . Ladies all , good rest ; I mean to kill a buck To - morrow morning , ere you've done your dreams . [ Exit . Gen- Meg . All happiness attend your grace ! tlemen , good rest . Come , shall we to - bed ? Gal ...
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... brave , chaste , virtuous lady's boy ; and a fair boy , a well - spoken boy ! All these considered , can make ... bravery of his age , Philaster , pressed down from his royal right , By this regardless king ? and only look And see the ...
... brave , chaste , virtuous lady's boy ; and a fair boy , a well - spoken boy ! All these considered , can make ... bravery of his age , Philaster , pressed down from his royal right , By this regardless king ? and only look And see the ...
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... brave . Bel . My lord , she has attired me past my wish , Past my desert ; more fit for her attendant , Though far unfit for me , who do attend . Phi . Thou art grown courtly , boy . - Oh , let all women , That love black deeds , learn ...
... brave . Bel . My lord , she has attired me past my wish , Past my desert ; more fit for her attendant , Though far unfit for me , who do attend . Phi . Thou art grown courtly , boy . - Oh , let all women , That love black deeds , learn ...
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... brave boy ? Well , sirs , I fear me , we were all deceived . Phi . Have I no friend here ? Dion . Yes . Phi . Then shew it : Some good body lend a hand to draw us nearer . Would you have tears shed for you , when you die ? Then lay me ...
... brave boy ? Well , sirs , I fear me , we were all deceived . Phi . Have I no friend here ? Dion . Yes . Phi . Then shew it : Some good body lend a hand to draw us nearer . Would you have tears shed for you , when you die ? Then lay me ...
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Acast Alex Amin Amintor arms Bajazet Beaumel bless blood brave Cæsar Cast Castalio Cato Char Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cleora curse dare Daugh dear death DECIUS Dion Diph DIPHILUS dost thou Drusius Enter Evad Evadne Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fate father fear fortune give gods grief hand hate hath hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope Juba Judas kill king kiss lady Leost Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam ne'er Nennius never noble o'er peace Petillius Philaster Photinus pity POLYPERCHON Pompey prince Ptol Ptolomy Pyrrhus queen revenge Roch Roman Romont ruin SCENE scorn shew slave soldier sorrow soul speak Suet sweet sword Syphax tears tell thee thou art thou hast thought Thra Timag Twas Vent virtue weep wilt wretched wrong
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Сторінка 13 - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
Сторінка 198 - O'er fourscore thousand men, of whom each one Is braver than himself ? Vent. You conquered for him ; Philippi knows it : there you shared with him That empire, which your sword made all your own. Ant. Fool that I was ! upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren till I was tired with soaring, And now he mounts above me.
Сторінка 279 - And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness 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 248 - Redeemed her life with half the loss of mine; Like a rich conquest in one hand I bore her, And with the other...
Сторінка 56 - and dressed myself In habit of a boy; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you; and, understanding well That when I made discovery of my sex I...
Сторінка 347 - Marcia tow'rs above her sex : True, she is fair, (oh how divinely fair !) But still the lovely maid improves her charms With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, And sanctity of manners.
Сторінка 203 - Was not thy fury quite disarmed with wonder? Didst thou not shrink behind me from those eyes And whisper in my ear — Oh, tell her not That I accused her with my brother's death ? DOLA.
Сторінка 195 - They said they would not fight for Cleopatra. Why should they fight indeed, to make her conquer, And make you more a slave ? to gain you kingdoms, Which, for a kiss, at your next midnight feast, You'll sell to her ? Then she new-names her jewels, And calls this diamond such or such a tax ; Each pendant in her ear shall be a province.
Сторінка 347 - 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 279 - Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold. And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart.