 | Thomas Otway - 1899 - 64 pages
...press'd to rob me of my prize. I brought her, gave her to your despairing arms ; Indeed, you thank' d me ; but a nobler gratitude Rose in her soul; for...lov'd me, Till for her life she paid me with herself. PRIULI. You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole her, At dead of night ; that cursed hour you... | |
 | John Bell - English drama - 1792 - 340 pages
...bore her, And with the other dash'd the saucy waves, That throng'd and press'd to rob me of my prize. I brought her, gave her to your despairing arms :...gratitude Rose in her soul : for from that hour she lov'd ine, 'Till for her life she paid me with herself. Pri. You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole... | |
 | John Bell - English drama - 1797 - 460 pages
...throng'dand press'd to rob me of my prize. 1 brought her, gave her to your despairing arms t fndeed you thank'd me ; but a nobler gratitude Rose in her...she lov'd me, 'Till for her life she paid me with heiself. Pri. You stole her from mej like a thief you stole her, At dead of night ! that cursed hour... | |
 | English drama - 1804 - 266 pages
...prize. I hronght her, gave her to your despairing arms: Indeed you thank'd me; hut a nohler gratitnde Rose in her soul : for from that hour she lov'd me, Till for her life she paid me with herself. [her, Pri. You stole her from me ; like a thief you stule At dead of night! that cursed hour you chose... | |
 | English drama - 1804 - 510 pages
...arms: Indeed you thanked me ; but a nobler gratitude Rose in her soul : for from that hour she loved me, Till for her life she paid me with herself. Pri. You stole her from me ; like a tliief you stole her, At dead of night ! that cursed hour you chose, To ride me of all my heart held... | |
 | English drama - 1804 - 516 pages
...pressed to rob me of my prize. I brought her, gave her to your despairing arms : Indeed you thanked me ; but a nobler gratitude Rose in her soul : for from that hour she loved Till for her life she paid me with herself. Pri. You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 946 pages
...pressed to rob me of my prize. I brought her, gave her to your despairing arms: Indeed you thanked me ; but a nobler gratitude Rose in her soul : for from that hour she loved me, Till for her life she paid me with herself. Pri. You stole her from me ; like a thief you... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - English drama - 1808 - 382 pages
...bore her, And with the other dash'd the saucy waves, That throng'd and press'd to rob me of my prize. I brought her, gave her to your despairing arms; Indeed...lov'd me, Till for her life she paid me with herself. Priuli. You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole her, At dead of night ; that cursed hour you... | |
 | British drama - 1811 - 712 pages
...arms: Indeed you thanked me ; but a nobler gratitude Kose in her soul: for from that hour she loved me, 'Till for her life she paid me with herself. Pri. You stole her from me ; like a tliief you stole her, At dead of night! that cursed hour you chose, To rifle me of all my heart held... | |
 | DR. JOHNSON - 1812 - 480 pages
...bore her, And with the other dash'd the saucy wuves, That throng'd and press'd to rob me of my prize : I brought her, gave her to your despairing arms :...gratitude Rose in her soul ; for from that hour she lov'd met Till for her life she paid me with herself. Pri. You stole her from me; like a thief, you stole... | |
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At dead of night; that cursed hour you chose To rifle me of all my heart held dear. May all your joys in her prove false like mine; A... 
