The New English Theatre: Containing the Most Valuable Plays which Have Been Acted on the London Stage, Volume 10J. Rivington, 1777 - English drama |
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Page 55 - 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 55 - 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.
Page 28 - Rome will rejoice, and cast its eyes on Cato, As on the second of mankind. Cato. No more; I must not think of life on such conditions. Dec. Caesar is well acquainted with your virtues, And therefore sets this value on your life. Let him but know the price of Cato's friendship, And name your terms.
Page 13 - And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, th' important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome" Our father's death Would fill up all the guilt of civil war, And close the scene of blood. Already...
Page 27 - A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Page 27 - I must confess, are turn'd on peace. Already have our quarrels fill'd the world With widows and with orphans: Scythia mourns Our guilty wars, and earth's remotest regions Lie half unpeopled by the feuds of Rome : 'Tis time to sheath the sword, and spare mankind.
Page 22 - Have faces flusht with more exalted charms ; The sun, that rolls his chariot o'er their heads, Works up more fire and colour in their cheeks-: Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget The pale, unripen'd beauties of the north.
Page 48 - Why do I think on what he was! he's dead! He's dead, and never knew how much I lov'd him.
Page 8 - Didst thou complain aloud to nature's ear, That thus in dusky shades, at midnight hours, By stealth the mother and the son should meet ! Doug.
Page 27 - Tis time to sheath the sword, and spare mankind, It is not Caesar, but the gods, my fathers, The gods declare against us, and repel Our vain attempts. To urge the foe to battle, (Prompted by blind revenge and wild despair) Were to refuse th' awards of Providence, And not to rest in heaven's determination.