The British Drama: pt. 1-2. TragediesWilliam Miller, printed by James Ballantyne, 1804 |
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... dost love me , Thou weighest not any thing compared with me : Life , honour , joys eternal , all delights This world can yield , or hopeful people feign , Or in the life to come , are light as air To a true lover , when his lady frowns ...
... dost love me , Thou weighest not any thing compared with me : Life , honour , joys eternal , all delights This world can yield , or hopeful people feign , Or in the life to come , are light as air To a true lover , when his lady frowns ...
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... dost thou , love ? kiss me . Evad . I cannot love you , you tell tales of me . Amin.Nothing but what becomes us . Gentlemen , ' Would you had all such wives , and all the world , That I might be no - wonder ! You are all sad : What , do ...
... dost thou , love ? kiss me . Evad . I cannot love you , you tell tales of me . Amin.Nothing but what becomes us . Gentlemen , ' Would you had all such wives , and all the world , That I might be no - wonder ! You are all sad : What , do ...
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... Dost thou not hate this king now ? prithee hate him . Couldst thou not curse him ? I command thee , curse him . Curse , till the gods hear , and deliver him To thy just wishes ! Yet , I fear , Evadne , You had rather play your gaine out ...
... Dost thou not hate this king now ? prithee hate him . Couldst thou not curse him ? I command thee , curse him . Curse , till the gods hear , and deliver him To thy just wishes ! Yet , I fear , Evadne , You had rather play your gaine out ...
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... dost still worse , still number on thy faults , To press my poor heart thus . Can I believe There's any seed of virtne in that woman , Left to shoot up , that dares go on in sin , Known , and so known as thine is ? Oh , Evadne ! ' Would ...
... dost still worse , still number on thy faults , To press my poor heart thus . Can I believe There's any seed of virtne in that woman , Left to shoot up , that dares go on in sin , Known , and so known as thine is ? Oh , Evadne ! ' Would ...
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... dost thou call hurt ? Mel . To poison men , because they love me not ; To call the credit of men's wives in question ; To murder children betwixt me and land ; This is all hurt . Cal . All this thou think'st , is sport ; For mine is ...
... dost thou call hurt ? Mel . To poison men , because they love me not ; To call the credit of men's wives in question ; To murder children betwixt me and land ; This is all hurt . Cal . All this thou think'st , is sport ; For mine is ...
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Acast Alex Amin Amintor arms Bajazet Beaumel bless blood brave C¿sar Cast Castalio Cato Char Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cleora curse dare Daugh dear death DECIUS Dion Diph DIPHILUS dost thou Drusius Enter Evad Evadne Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fate father fear fortune give gods grief hand hate hath hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope Juba Judas kill king kiss lady Leost Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam ne'er Nennius never noble o'er peace Petillius Philaster Photinus pity POLYPERCHON Pompey prince Ptol Ptolomy Pyrrhus queen revenge Roch Roman Romont ruin SCENE scorn shew slave soldier sorrow soul speak Suet sweet sword Syphax tears tell thee thou art thou hast thought Thra Timag Twas Vent virtue weep wilt wretched wrong
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Page 13 - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
Page 198 - O'er fourscore thousand men, of whom each one Is braver than himself ? Vent. You conquered for him ; Philippi knows it : there you shared with him That empire, which your sword made all your own. Ant. Fool that I was ! upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren till I was tired with soaring, And now he mounts above me.
Page 279 - And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Page 248 - Redeemed her life with half the loss of mine; Like a rich conquest in one hand I bore her, And with the other...
Page 56 - and dressed myself In habit of a boy; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you; and, understanding well That when I made discovery of my sex I...
Page 347 - Marcia tow'rs above her sex : True, she is fair, (oh how divinely fair !) But still the lovely maid improves her charms With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, And sanctity of manners.
Page 203 - Was not thy fury quite disarmed with wonder? Didst thou not shrink behind me from those eyes And whisper in my ear — Oh, tell her not That I accused her with my brother's death ? DOLA.
Page 195 - They said they would not fight for Cleopatra. Why should they fight indeed, to make her conquer, And make you more a slave ? to gain you kingdoms, Which, for a kiss, at your next midnight feast, You'll sell to her ? Then she new-names her jewels, And calls this diamond such or such a tax ; Each pendant in her ear shall be a province.
Page 347 - 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.
Page 279 - Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold. And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart.