British Theatre, المجلد 1J. Bell, 1792 |
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الصفحة ix
... JAFFIER by meanness unmanly and contemptible . On the side of the amor patriae he is paralytic - he can support the idea of destroying his Country , but poverty , the importunities of a wife , or the reflections of treachery to a friend ...
... JAFFIER by meanness unmanly and contemptible . On the side of the amor patriae he is paralytic - he can support the idea of destroying his Country , but poverty , the importunities of a wife , or the reflections of treachery to a friend ...
الصفحة xii
... lot T'have heard in time of this Venetian plot , Thou surely chosen hadst one king from thence , And honour'd them , as thou hast England since . B DUKE of VENICE PRIULI BEDAMAR JAFFIER PIERRE Dramatis Personae xii PROLOGUE .
... lot T'have heard in time of this Venetian plot , Thou surely chosen hadst one king from thence , And honour'd them , as thou hast England since . B DUKE of VENICE PRIULI BEDAMAR JAFFIER PIERRE Dramatis Personae xii PROLOGUE .
الصفحة 14
... JAFFIER PIERRE RENAULT ELLIOTT SPINOSA Conspirators Mr. Hull . Mr. Davies . Mr. Holman . Mr. Harley . Mr. W. Powell . Mr. Macready . Mr. Cubit . THEODORE Mr. Reeves . Woman . BELVIDERA Mrs. Esten . Two Women , attendants on Belvidera ...
... JAFFIER PIERRE RENAULT ELLIOTT SPINOSA Conspirators Mr. Hull . Mr. Davies . Mr. Holman . Mr. Harley . Mr. W. Powell . Mr. Macready . Mr. Cubit . THEODORE Mr. Reeves . Woman . BELVIDERA Mrs. Esten . Two Women , attendants on Belvidera ...
الصفحة 15
... JAFFIER . Priuli . No more ! I'll hear no more ! Begone and leave me . Jaf . Not hear me ! By my suffering but you shall ! My lord , my lord ! I'm not that abject wretch You think me . Patience ! where's the distance throws Me back so ...
... JAFFIER . Priuli . No more ! I'll hear no more ! Begone and leave me . Jaf . Not hear me ! By my suffering but you shall ! My lord , my lord ! I'm not that abject wretch You think me . Patience ! where's the distance throws Me back so ...
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AARON HILL arms art thou behold Belvidera betray'd bless bless'd blood bosom breast Cæsarea charms Christian Constantia cruel curs'd dagger dare daughter dear death dreadful e'er Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faith faithless false fate father fear fix'd fortune give guard hand happy hate hear heart Heaven honour hope Jaffier king Laura lord lov'd Lusignan Madam Nacky ne'er Nerestan never night noble o'er on't Oras Orasmin Osman Osmond passion peace Pier Pierre pity poison'd pow'r pride prince Priuli rage Renault revenge Rodolpho SCENE Selima senate shame shew Sicily Siffredi Sigismunda slave soft sorrows soul swear Tancred tears tell tender thee thine THOMAS OTWAY thou art thou hast thought throne traitor trembling truth twill tyrant unhappy Venice vile villain virtue vows William the Bad wilt woes wretch Zara
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الصفحة 111 - Then hear me, bounteous Heaven ! Pour down your blessings on this beauteous head, Where everlasting sweets are always springing, With a continual giving hand: let peace, Honour, and safety, always hover round her: Feed her with plenty, let her eyes ne'er see A sight of sorrow, nor her heart know mourning: Crown all her days with joy...
الصفحة 25 - The bitterness her tender spirit tastes of, I own myself a coward : bear my weakness, If, throwing thus my arms about thy neck, I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom : Oh ! I shall drown thee with my sorrows. Pier. Burn, First burn and level Venice to thy ruin ! What ! starve like beggars...
الصفحة 81 - Your fears won't let you, nor the longing itch To hear a story which you dread the truth of: Truth, which the fear of smart, shall ne'er get from me. Cowards are scar'd with threat'nings ; boys are whipt Into confessions : but a steady mind Acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel. Give him the tortures...
الصفحة 16 - I received you, Courted, and sought to raise you to your merits : My house, my table, nay my fortune too, My very self, was yours; you might have used me To your best service.
الصفحة 85 - Adriatic, plough' d Like a lewd whore by bolder prows than yours, Stepp'd not I forth, and taught your loose Venetians, The task of honour and the way to greatness...
الصفحة 88 - I have not wrong'd thee, by these tears I have not. But still am honest, true, and hope too, valiant: My mind still full of thee, therefore still noble; Let not thy eyes then shun me, nor thy heart Detest me utterly; oh, look upon me, Look back and see my sad sincere submission ! How my heart swells, as even 'twould burst my bosom; Fond of its gaol, and labouring to be at thee ! What shall I do ? what say to make thee hear me ? Pierr.
الصفحة 28 - ... 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.
الصفحة 35 - And bitterest disquiet wring his heart! Oh, let him live till life become his burden; Let him groan under't long, linger an age In the worst agonies and pangs of death, And find its ease but late!
الصفحة 89 - No, this vile world and I have long been jangling, And cannot part on better terms than now, When only men like thee are fit to live in't.
الصفحة 18 - There's not a wretch that lives on common charity But's happier than me: for I have known The luscious sweets of plenty; every night Have slept with soft content about my head, And never waked but to a joyful morning ; Yet now must fall like a full ear of corn, Whose blossom scaped, yet's withered in the ripening.