The Fair Penitent: A TragedyP. Wogan, 1797 - 57 pages |
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... exit . Hor . Oh , no ! thou hast mistook my sickness quite ; These pangs are of the soul . Wou'd I had met 361 Sharpest convulsions , spotted pestilence , Or any other deadly foe to life , Rather than heave beneath this load of thought ...
... exit . Hor . Oh , no ! thou hast mistook my sickness quite ; These pangs are of the soul . Wou'd I had met 361 Sharpest convulsions , spotted pestilence , Or any other deadly foe to life , Rather than heave beneath this load of thought ...
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... Exit . And guard thy soul's accesses with dissembling : 8 Nor let this hostile husband's eyes explore The warring passions , and tumultuous thoughts , That rage within thee , and deform thy reason . Enter ALTAMONT . Alt . Begone , my ...
... Exit . And guard thy soul's accesses with dissembling : 8 Nor let this hostile husband's eyes explore The warring passions , and tumultuous thoughts , That rage within thee , and deform thy reason . Enter ALTAMONT . Alt . Begone , my ...
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... Exit . The Street near SCIOLTO's Palace . Enter LOTHARIO and ROSSANO . Loth . To tell thee then the purport of my thoughts ; The loss of this fond paper would not give me A moment of disquiet , were it not 180 My instrument of vengeance ...
... Exit . The Street near SCIOLTO's Palace . Enter LOTHARIO and ROSSANO . Loth . To tell thee then the purport of my thoughts ; The loss of this fond paper would not give me A moment of disquiet , were it not 180 My instrument of vengeance ...
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... Exit . A & t III . SCENE I. An Apartment in SCIOLTO's Palace . Enter SCIOLTO and CALISTA . Sciolto . Now , by my life , my honour , ' tis too much ! Have I not mark'd thee , wayward as thou art , Perverse and sullen all this day of joy ...
... Exit . A & t III . SCENE I. An Apartment in SCIOLTO's Palace . Enter SCIOLTO and CALISTA . Sciolto . Now , by my life , my honour , ' tis too much ! Have I not mark'd thee , wayward as thou art , Perverse and sullen all this day of joy ...
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... Exit SCIOLTO . Cal . How hard is the condition of our sex , Thro ' ev'ry state of life the slaves of man ! In all the dear delightful days of youth A rigid father dictates to our wills , And deals out pleasure with a scanty hand . To ...
... Exit SCIOLTO . Cal . How hard is the condition of our sex , Thro ' ev'ry state of life the slaves of man ! In all the dear delightful days of youth A rigid father dictates to our wills , And deals out pleasure with a scanty hand . To ...
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Alic Altamont Anna arms bear beauty behold bless bosom brave breast British Library brother Cæsar Calista Cato Cato's charms Child Maurice Curiatius curse dear death Decius dost thou Douglas dreadful e'er Enter Ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes FAIR PENITENT fame fate father fear foes fond forgive friendship gentle give Glen Glenalvon Glost gods grace grief hand happy hear heart Heav'n honour hope Horatia JANE SHORE Juba live look Lord HASTINGS Loth Lothario lov'd Lucia Lucius maid Marcia Marcus never noble Norval Numidian o'er passion peace Pharsalia pity Portius pow'r prince rage Roman Roman senate Rome SCENE Sciolto scorn Sempronius shalt shame sorrows soul speak sword Syph Syphax tears tell tender thee thine thou art thou hast thought Twas Valeria vengeance virtue woes wretch youth
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Page 89 - That shall convey you to the wish'd-for port, Is there aught else, my friends, I can do for you ? The conqueror draws near. Once more farewell ! If e'er we meet hereafter, we shall meet In happier climes, and on a safer shore, Where Caesar never shall approach us more.
Page 43 - CATO. Let not a torrent of impetuous zeal Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of reason: True fortitude is seen in great exploits, That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides; All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction.
Page 44 - Were to refuse th' awards of Providence, And not to rest in heaven's determination. Already have we shown our love to Rome, Now let us show submission to the gods. We took up arms, not to revenge ourselves, But free the common-wealth ; when this end fails, Arms have no further use : our country's cause, That drew our swords, now wrests...
Page 41 - Rush'd like a torrent down upon the vale, Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds fled For safety, and for succour. I alone, . With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows, Hover'd about the enemy, and mark'd The road he took, then hasted to my friends; Whom with a troop of fifty chosen men, I met advancing.
Page 75 - Know, villains, when such paltry slaves presume To mix in treason, if the plot succeeds, They're thrown neglected by; but, if it fails, They're sure to die like dogs, as you shall do. Here, take these factious monsters, drag them forth To sudden death.
Page 44 - Twill never be too late To sue for chains, and own a conqueror. Why should Rome fall a moment ere her time...
Page 36 - 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 41 - My name is Norval ! on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks : a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home. For I had heard of battles, and I long'd To follow to the field some warlike lord : And Heav'n soon granted what my sire denied.
Page 74 - Do thou, great liberty, inspire our souls, And make our lives in thy possession happy, Or our deaths glorious in thy just defence.
Page 26 - Remember what our father oft has told us : The ways of heaven are dark and intricate, Puzzled in mazes, and perplex'd with errors : Our understanding traces them in vain, Lost and bewilder'd in the fruitless search : Nor sees with how much art the windings run, Nor where the regular confusion ends.