The British Drama: pt. 1-2. TragediesWilliam Miller, printed by James Ballantyne, 1804 |
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... slave to Cleora . ZANTHIA , slave to Corisca . SCENE I. Enter TIMAGORAS and LEOSTHENES . Timag . WHY should you droop , Leosthenes , or despair My sister's favour ? What , before , you purchased By courtship , and fair language , in ...
... slave to Cleora . ZANTHIA , slave to Corisca . SCENE I. Enter TIMAGORAS and LEOSTHENES . Timag . WHY should you droop , Leosthenes , or despair My sister's favour ? What , before , you purchased By courtship , and fair language , in ...
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... slavery and oppression . Cleon . I'll lock up My doors , and guard my gold ; these lads of Co- rinth Have nimble ... Slaves . Arch . It is your seat , Which with a general suffrage , As to the supreme magistrate , Sicily tenders , And ...
... slavery and oppression . Cleon . I'll lock up My doors , and guard my gold ; these lads of Co- rinth Have nimble ... Slaves . Arch . It is your seat , Which with a general suffrage , As to the supreme magistrate , Sicily tenders , And ...
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... slaves , lusty and able varlets , And fit for service . Cleon . They shall go for me ; I will not pay and fight too . Cleora . How ! your slaves ? O stain of honour ! Once more , sir , your pardon ; And to their shames let me deliver ...
... slaves , lusty and able varlets , And fit for service . Cleon . They shall go for me ; I will not pay and fight too . Cleora . How ! your slaves ? O stain of honour ! Once more , sir , your pardon ; And to their shames let me deliver ...
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... Slaves . Second with vehemency . - Men of your words , all welcome ! Slaves use no ceremony ; sit down , here's a health . Pol . Let it run round , fill every man his glass . Grac . We look for no waiters : this is wine . Pis . The ...
... Slaves . Second with vehemency . - Men of your words , all welcome ! Slaves use no ceremony ; sit down , here's a health . Pol . Let it run round , fill every man his glass . Grac . We look for no waiters : this is wine . Pis . The ...
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... slaves , I use as instruments to serve my ends , Some half a dozen turns , and , having offered To her absent saint a sacrifice of sighs , She points back to her prison . Pis . Guide her hither , And make her understand the slaves ...
... slaves , I use as instruments to serve my ends , Some half a dozen turns , and , having offered To her absent saint a sacrifice of sighs , She points back to her prison . Pis . Guide her hither , And make her understand the slaves ...
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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.