British Theatre Comprising Tragedies, Comedies, Operas, and Farces, from the Most Classic Writers, with Biography, Critical Account and Explanatory Notes: Complete in One VolumeFleischer, 1831 - 908 pages |
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... father , Would but thy sister Marcia be propitious To thy friend's vows , I might be blest indeed ! Por . Alas , Sempronius ! wouldst thou talk of love To Marcia , whilst her father's life's in danger ? Thou might'st as well court the ...
... father , Would but thy sister Marcia be propitious To thy friend's vows , I might be blest indeed ! Por . Alas , Sempronius ! wouldst thou talk of love To Marcia , whilst her father's life's in danger ? Thou might'st as well court the ...
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... father's bright example . He loves our sister Marcia , greatly loves her ; His eyes , his looks , his actions , all betray it ; But still the smother'd fondness burns within him : When most it swells , and labours for a vent , His ...
... father's bright example . He loves our sister Marcia , greatly loves her ; His eyes , his looks , his actions , all betray it ; But still the smother'd fondness burns within him : When most it swells , and labours for a vent , His ...
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... father scorn'd to do it . Syph . And therefore died . Juba . Better to die ten thousand thousand deaths , Than wound my honour . Syph . Rather say your love . Juba . Syphax , I've promis'd to preserve my temper . Why wilt thou urge me ...
... father scorn'd to do it . Syph . And therefore died . Juba . Better to die ten thousand thousand deaths , Than wound my honour . Syph . Rather say your love . Juba . Syphax , I've promis'd to preserve my temper . Why wilt thou urge me ...
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... father's great- Lucius seems fond of life ; but what is life ? Tis not to stalk about , and draw fresh air From time to time , or gaze upon the sun ; Tis to be free . When liberty is gone , Life grows insipid , and has lost its relish ...
... father's great- Lucius seems fond of life ; but what is life ? Tis not to stalk about , and draw fresh air From time to time , or gaze upon the sun ; Tis to be free . When liberty is gone , Life grows insipid , and has lost its relish ...
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... father will not act what misbecomes him . But go , my son , and see if aught be wanting Among thy father's friends ; see them embark'd , And tell me if the winds and seas befriend them . I'm weary of conjectures -- this must end them ...
... father will not act what misbecomes him . But go , my son , and see if aught be wanting Among thy father's friends ; see them embark'd , And tell me if the winds and seas befriend them . I'm weary of conjectures -- this must end them ...
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