British Drama: A Collection of the Most Esteemed Tragedies, Comedies, Operas, & Farces in the English Language, 1. köideBird, 1833 |
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... thou art yet a stranger to the world , I must dismiss him - Why should I detain A grateful , gen'rous youth to perish with me ? His service may procure him bread elsewhere . Though I have none to give him . Pr'ythee Randal , O. Wil . No ...
... thou art yet a stranger to the world , I must dismiss him - Why should I detain A grateful , gen'rous youth to perish with me ? His service may procure him bread elsewhere . Though I have none to give him . Pr'ythee Randal , O. Wil . No ...
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... thou die , my Wilmot ! For one thou thought'st unjust ? —thou soul of truth ! What must be done ? -Which way shall I press ex- Unutterable woe ? or how convince Thy dear departed spirit of the love , Th ' eternal love , and never ...
... thou die , my Wilmot ! For one thou thought'st unjust ? —thou soul of truth ! What must be done ? -Which way shall I press ex- Unutterable woe ? or how convince Thy dear departed spirit of the love , Th ' eternal love , and never ...
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... Thou'lt see the Punic sails in yonder bay , Whose waters wash the walls of Syracuse . Mel . Art thou a stranger to Timoleon's name ? Intent to plan , and circumspect to see All possible events , he rushes on Resistless in his course ...
... Thou'lt see the Punic sails in yonder bay , Whose waters wash the walls of Syracuse . Mel . Art thou a stranger to Timoleon's name ? Intent to plan , and circumspect to see All possible events , he rushes on Resistless in his course ...
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... thou hadst left this place , When hence your husband , the brave Phocion , fled ; Fled with your infmt son ! Euph . In duty fix'd , Here i remain'd , while iny brave , gen'rous Phocion Fled with my child , and from his mother's arms ...
... thou hadst left this place , When hence your husband , the brave Phocion , fled ; Fled with your infmt son ! Euph . In duty fix'd , Here i remain'd , while iny brave , gen'rous Phocion Fled with my child , and from his mother's arms ...
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... Thou necd'st not This is my last abode : these caves , these rocks , My heart in pity bleeds . Her vehenience of grief o'erpowers me quite . My honest heart condemns the barb'rous deed , And if I dare- Euph . And if you dare ! -Is that ...
... Thou necd'st not This is my last abode : these caves , these rocks , My heart in pity bleeds . Her vehenience of grief o'erpowers me quite . My honest heart condemns the barb'rous deed , And if I dare- Euph . And if you dare ! -Is that ...
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Aladin alguazil arms art thou Arvida better bless Capt Castalio Cato Cham Char Clarinda colonel COVENT GARDEN curse dare dear death devil door dost thou Eger Enter Euph Exeunt Exit eyes father Faulkland fear fellow fortune gentleman give hand happy hear heart Heaven honour hope husband Juba Kitty Lady leave live look lord Lucy Madam Malaprop marriage marry master MIRABEL Miss H mistress ne'er never night Nysa o'er passion Pertinax Philotas Phocion pity poor Pr'ythee pray Raby Rackett Rand Re-enter Sackbut SCENE Selim servant Sir G Snacks soul speak Stuke sure sword Syphax tears tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast thought Timoleon Tony twas twill villain virtue what's wife wish woman wretch young Zounds
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Page 310 - 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 310 - 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.
Page 349 - Madam, a circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge ! It blossoms through the year ! And, depend on it, Mrs. Malaprop, that they who are so fond of handling the leaves, will long for the fruit at last.
Page 302 - 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 day's liberty; And let me perish, but in Cato's judgment, A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Page 310 - 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 wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 398 - Which might consist of about five thousand men, well appointed with stores, ammunition, and other implements of war. Now, says the Duke of Marlborough to George Brooks, that stood next to him — you must have heard of George Brooks — I'll pawn my dukedom, says he, but I take that garrison without spilling a drop of blood.
Page 398 - Never ; unless, as among kings and princes, my bride were to be courted by proxy. If, indeed, like an Eastern bridegroom, one were to be introduced to a wife he never saw before, it might be endured. But to go through all the terrors of a formal courtship, together with the episode of aunts, grandmothers, and cousins, and at last to blurt out the broad staring question of, Madam, will you marry me?
Page 349 - Observe me, Sir Anthony — I would by no means wish a daughter of mine to be a progeny of learning; I don't think so much learning becomes a young woman. For instance — I would never let her meddle with Greek or Hebrew, or algebra, or simony, or fluxions, or paradoxes, or such inflammatory branches of learning...
Page 261 - I've lodg'd hard To do the senate service. Jaf. Hold, one moment. Pier. Who's he disputes the judgment of the senate ? Presumptuous rebel — on — [Strikes Jaffier. Jaf. By Heav'n, you stir not ! I must be heard ; I must have leave to speak. Thou hast disgrac'd me, Pierre, by a vile blow : Had not a dagger done thee nobler...
Page 356 - It is but too true, indeed, ma'am; yet I fear our ladies should share the blame. They think our admiration of beauty so great, that knowledge in them would be superfluous. Thus, like garden trees, they seldom show fruit, till time has robbed them of the more specious blossom. Few, like Mrs. Malaprop and the orange-tree, are rich in both at once ! Mrs.