The London Theatre: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Dramatic Pieces, المجلد 3Whittingham and Arliss, 1815 |
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... Aust . I come commission'd from fair Isabel . Count . To me , or to the countess ? Aust . Thus , to both . For your fair courtesy , and entertainment , She rests your thankful debtor . You , dear lady , And her sweet friend , the gentle ...
... Aust . I come commission'd from fair Isabel . Count . To me , or to the countess ? Aust . Thus , to both . For your fair courtesy , and entertainment , She rests your thankful debtor . You , dear lady , And her sweet friend , the gentle ...
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... Aust . Approve not ! Did I not protest against it , With the bold fervour of enkindled zeal , I were the pander of a love like incest , Betrayer of my trust , my function's shame , And thy eternal soul's worst enemy . Count . Yet let ...
... Aust . Approve not ! Did I not protest against it , With the bold fervour of enkindled zeal , I were the pander of a love like incest , Betrayer of my trust , my function's shame , And thy eternal soul's worst enemy . Count . Yet let ...
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... Aust . And think you to excuse A meditated wrong to excellence , By giving it acknowledgment and praise ? Rather pretend insensibility ; Feign that thou dost not see like other men ; So may abhorrence be exchang'd for wonder , Or men ...
... Aust . And think you to excuse A meditated wrong to excellence , By giving it acknowledgment and praise ? Rather pretend insensibility ; Feign that thou dost not see like other men ; So may abhorrence be exchang'd for wonder , Or men ...
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... Aust . Oh , name not heav'n ! " Tis too profane abuse . Count . Win her consent ( I know thy sway is boundless o'er ... Aust . Has passion drown'd all sense , all memory ? She was affianc'd to your son , young Edmund . Count . She never ...
... Aust . Oh , name not heav'n ! " Tis too profane abuse . Count . Win her consent ( I know thy sway is boundless o'er ... Aust . Has passion drown'd all sense , all memory ? She was affianc'd to your son , young Edmund . Count . She never ...
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... Aust . I do believe thee very barbarous ; Nay , fear thy reason touch'd ; for such wild thoughts , Such bloody purposes , could ne'er proceed From any sober judgment ; -yet thy heart Will sure recoil at this . Count . Why , think so ...
... Aust . I do believe thee very barbarous ; Nay , fear thy reason touch'd ; for such wild thoughts , Such bloody purposes , could ne'er proceed From any sober judgment ; -yet thy heart Will sure recoil at this . Count . Why , think so ...
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Adel Adelaide Alderman Alithea Atall Aust Belville better Brisk Cæsar Careless Cato Cato's Chiswick Clar Clarinda Cler Clerimont Clin colonel Count COUNT of NARBONNE Countess cousin Covent Garden Cymon Cynthia dear devil Dicky Dorus Drury Lane egad Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father Fatima fool gentleman give hast hear heart heaven honour hope husband Juba kiss Lady D Lady F ladyship laugh Linco look Lord F Lucia Lucy Lure madam Marcia marry Mask Mellefont mistress Moody never Nosegay passion Peggy poor Portius Pr'ythee pray Re-enter rogue SCENE Sempronius servant Sir H SIR HARRY WILDAIR sir Paul sir Solomon Smug soul Spark Sparkish Stand Standfast sure swear Sylvia Syph Syphax tell thee Theo there's thing THOMAS DIBDIN thou thought Touchwood Urganda virtue Vizard what's wife wish Wishwell woman young
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الصفحة 45 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...
الصفحة 14 - 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.
الصفحة 46 - The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds What means this heaviness that hangs upon me ? This lethargy that creeps through all my senses ? Nature oppress'd, and harass'd out with care, Sinks down to rest.
الصفحة 46 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age and nature sink in years : But thou shall flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter and the crush of worlds.
الصفحة 17 - Are grown thus desp'rate: we have bulwarks round us; Within our walls are troops inur'd to toil In Afric's heat, and season'd to the sun; Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us, Ready to rise at its young prince's call. While there is hope, do not distrust the gods ; But wait, at least, till Caesar's near approach Force us to yield.
الصفحة 46 - 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.
الصفحة 17 - My voice is still for war. Gods! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his throng'd legions, and charge home upon him.
الصفحة 40 - He exercis'd his troops, the signal given, Flew off at once with his Numidian horse To the south gate, where Marcus holds the watch. I saw, and call'd to stop him, but in vain, He toss'd his arm aloft, and proudly told me He would not stay and perish like Sempronius.
الصفحة 17 - Twill never be too late To sue for chains and own a conqueror. Why should Rome fall a moment ere her time? No, let us draw her term of freedom out In its full length, and spin it to the last, So shall we gain still one...
الصفحة 6 - I feared at first, for starting from my bedside like a fury, she flew to my sword, and with much ado I prevented her doing me or herself a mischief. Having disarmed her, in a gust...