The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Convent Gardin, Haymarket, and Lyceum, Volume 4Mrs. Inchbald Hurst, Robinson, 1824 - English drama |
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... blood or fortune fit to serve thee : Command my heart , thou'rt every way its master . Jaff . No ; there's a secret pride in bravely dying . Pierre . Rats die in holes and corners , dogs run mad ; Man knows a braver remedy for sorrow ...
... blood or fortune fit to serve thee : Command my heart , thou'rt every way its master . Jaff . No ; there's a secret pride in bravely dying . Pierre . Rats die in holes and corners , dogs run mad ; Man knows a braver remedy for sorrow ...
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... blood runs cold ! Heav'ns guard my love , and bless his heart with pa- tience ! Jaff . That I have patience , let our fate bear wit- ness , Who has ordained it so , that thou and I , ( Thou , the divinest good man e'er possess'd , And I ...
... blood runs cold ! Heav'ns guard my love , and bless his heart with pa- tience ! Jaff . That I have patience , let our fate bear wit- ness , Who has ordained it so , that thou and I , ( Thou , the divinest good man e'er possess'd , And I ...
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... blood was great as his , Flow'd from a spring as noble , and a heart Fit to partake his troubles , as his love . Fetch , fetch that dagger back , the dreadful dower Thou gav'st last night , in parting with me ; strike it Here to my ...
... blood was great as his , Flow'd from a spring as noble , and a heart Fit to partake his troubles , as his love . Fetch , fetch that dagger back , the dreadful dower Thou gav'st last night , in parting with me ; strike it Here to my ...
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... blood that gave me being ? Nay , be a traitor too , and sell thy country ! Can thy great heart descend so vilely low , Mix with hir'd slaves , bravos , and common stabbers , Join with such a crew , and take a ruffian's wages , To cut ...
... blood that gave me being ? Nay , be a traitor too , and sell thy country ! Can thy great heart descend so vilely low , Mix with hir'd slaves , bravos , and common stabbers , Join with such a crew , and take a ruffian's wages , To cut ...
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... PIERRE . What ! be a devil , take a damning oath For shedding native blood ? Can there be sin In merciful repentance ? Oh , this villain ! [ Retires . Enter RENAULT . Ren . Perverse and peevish : What 34 [ ACT III . VENICE PRESERVED .
... PIERRE . What ! be a devil , take a damning oath For shedding native blood ? Can there be sin In merciful repentance ? Oh , this villain ! [ Retires . Enter RENAULT . Ren . Perverse and peevish : What 34 [ ACT III . VENICE PRESERVED .
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ABOAN arms Arvida Augustus Applegath Belvidera Blan blood Cæsar Capt Captain Cato Cato's Christ Christina curs'd curse dagger dear death e'er Edward Elizabeth Emily Enter ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes fate father fear feyther Foss Fred friendship give guard Gust Gustavus hand happy hear heart Heav'n honour hope HOTMAN Imoinda Jaff Jaffier Juba King King E Lady E. G. liberty live look lord Lucia Mac Tab madam Marcia Marg Margaret of Anjou never Numidian o'er Olla Ollapod OROONOKO passion Pemb Pierre poor Portius pow'r prince Priuli RENAULT SCENE Sempronius senate Sir Cha Sir Charles Cropland Sir Rob Slav slave soul speak STANMORE Suffolk sure Sweden sword Syph Syphax tears tell thank thee there's thou art thou hast thought villain virtue Warw Warwick Worth Worthington would'st wretch Zounds
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Page 16 - Oh woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you ! Angels are painted fair to look like you : There's in you all, that we believe of" heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Page 9 - O'ercast with gloomy cares, and discontent; Then tell me, Syphax, I conjure thee, tell me, What are the thoughts that knit thy brow in frowns, And turn thine eye thus coldly on thy prince ? SYPHAX. 'Tis not my talent to conceal my thoughts, Or carry smiles and sun-shine in my face, When discontent sits heavy at my heart.
Page 46 - I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them. [Laying his hand on his sword.\ Thus am I doubly arm'd ; my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me. This in a moment brings me to an end ; But this informs me I shall never die. The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years ; But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The...
Page 46 - The wide, the unbounded prospect, lies before me ; But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it. 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.
Page 18 - Let him but know the price of Cato's friendship, And name your terms. Cato. Bid him disband his legions, Restore the commonwealth to liberty, Submit his actions to the public censure, And stand the judgment of a Roman hrnutc, Bid him do this, and Cato is his friend.
Page 8 - But is it true, Sempronius, that your senate Is call'd together ? Gods ! thou must be cautious; Cato has piercing eyes, and will discern Our frauds, unless they're cover'd thick with art.
Page 12 - I think no safety can be here for virtue, And grieve, my friend, as much as thou to live In such a wretched state as this of Venice; Where all agree to spoil the public good, And villains fatten with the brave man's labours.
Page 59 - I'm gone, Breed him in virtue and the paths of honour, But let him never know his father's story ; I charge thee, guard him from the wrongs my fate May do his future fortune, or his name. Now nearer yet [Approaching each other. Oh that my arms were rivetted Thus round thee ever ! but my friends, my oath ! This, and no more.
Page 30 - rest' concealed from me ? Must I Be made the hostage of a hellish trust ? For such I know I am; that's all my value! But by the love and loyalty I owe thee, I'll free thee from the bondage of these slaves; Straight to the Senate, tell 'em all I know, no All that I think, all that my fears inform me ! Jaff.
Page 36 - Retrosi, guard you. This done, we'll give the general alarm, Apply petards, and force the Ars'nal gates; Then fire the city round in several places, Or with our cannon (if it dare resist) Batter't to ruin.