The British Drama: pt. 1-2. TragediesWilliam Miller, printed by James Ballantyne, 1804 |
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... ruin Thy brother and thy noble husband broken ? Thou shalt not live thus . Kneel , and swear to help me , When I shall call thee to it ; or , by all Holy in heaven and earth , thou shalt not live To breathe a full hour longer ; not a ...
... ruin Thy brother and thy noble husband broken ? Thou shalt not live thus . Kneel , and swear to help me , When I shall call thee to it ; or , by all Holy in heaven and earth , thou shalt not live To breathe a full hour longer ; not a ...
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... ruin Nature's masterpiece ( of which They bave not left one pattern ) , must they chuse , To set their tyranny off , slaves to pollute The spring of chastity , and poison it With their most loathed embraces ? And of those He that should ...
... ruin Nature's masterpiece ( of which They bave not left one pattern ) , must they chuse , To set their tyranny off , slaves to pollute The spring of chastity , and poison it With their most loathed embraces ? And of those He that should ...
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... ruin ! Mine own weighty fears Cracking what should support me : -And those helps , Which confidence yields to others , are from me Ravished by doubts and wilful jealousy . [ Exit . SCENE IV . After three lives , or one and twenty years ...
... ruin ! Mine own weighty fears Cracking what should support me : -And those helps , Which confidence yields to others , are from me Ravished by doubts and wilful jealousy . [ Exit . SCENE IV . After three lives , or one and twenty years ...
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... ruin : Make me not parent to sin : -You will know This secret that I burn with ? Char . Devil on't , What should it be ? Romont , I hear you wish My wife's continuance of chastity . Rom . There was no hurt in that . Char . Why , do you ...
... ruin : Make me not parent to sin : -You will know This secret that I burn with ? Char . Devil on't , What should it be ? Romont , I hear you wish My wife's continuance of chastity . Rom . There was no hurt in that . Char . Why , do you ...
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... the vices , Practised to ruin man , though brought against me , Could never undermine , and no way left To send these gray hairs to the grave with sor- row , Virtue , that was my patroness , betrayed me : FIELD . ] 101 BRITISH DRAMA .
... the vices , Practised to ruin man , though brought against me , Could never undermine , and no way left To send these gray hairs to the grave with sor- row , Virtue , that was my patroness , betrayed me : FIELD . ] 101 BRITISH DRAMA .
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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.