The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Convent Gardin, Haymarket, and Lyceum, 4. köideMrs. Inchbald Hurst, Robinson, 1824 |
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... lost of common good ; Justice is lame , as well as blind , amongst us ; The laws ( corrupted to their ends that make them ) Serve but for instruments of some new tyranny , That every day starts up , t'enslave us deeper . Now could this ...
... lost of common good ; Justice is lame , as well as blind , amongst us ; The laws ( corrupted to their ends that make them ) Serve but for instruments of some new tyranny , That every day starts up , t'enslave us deeper . Now could this ...
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... lost , disgraceful ruin . Pierre . Ten thousand men are armed at your nod , Commanded all by leaders fit to guide A battle for the freedom of the world ? This wretched state has starv'd them in its service ; And , by your bounty quicken ...
... lost , disgraceful ruin . Pierre . Ten thousand men are armed at your nod , Commanded all by leaders fit to guide A battle for the freedom of the world ? This wretched state has starv'd them in its service ; And , by your bounty quicken ...
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... lost our ends . If possible , let's kill the very name Of senator , and bury it in blood . Jaff . Merciless , horrid slave ! Ay , blood enough ! Shed blood enough , old Renault ! how thou charm'st me ! Ren . But one thing more , and ...
... lost our ends . If possible , let's kill the very name Of senator , and bury it in blood . Jaff . Merciless , horrid slave ! Ay , blood enough ! Shed blood enough , old Renault ! how thou charm'st me ! Ren . But one thing more , and ...
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... lost for ever . Bel . Hast thou a friend more dear than Belvidera ? Jaff . No : Thou'rt my soul itself ; wealth , friend- ship , honour ; All present joys , and earnest of all future , Are summ'd in thee . Enter CAPTAIN and GUARDS ...
... lost for ever . Bel . Hast thou a friend more dear than Belvidera ? Jaff . No : Thou'rt my soul itself ; wealth , friend- ship , honour ; All present joys , and earnest of all future , Are summ'd in thee . Enter CAPTAIN and GUARDS ...
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... lost her freedom , I my life . No more ! Duke . Say ; will you make confession Of your vile deeds , and trust the senate's mercy ? Pierre . Curs'd be your senate , curs'd your consti- tution ! The curse of growing factions , and ...
... lost her freedom , I my life . No more ! Duke . Say ; will you make confession Of your vile deeds , and trust the senate's mercy ? Pierre . Curs'd be your senate , curs'd your consti- tution ! The curse of growing factions , and ...
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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 11 - 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 10 - 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.