Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays, 3. köideJohn Bell and under the direction of George Cawthorn, British Library, Strand, 1797 |
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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 : 82 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 : 82 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 . SCENE II . The Street near SCIOLTO's Palace . Enter LOTHARIO and ROSSANO . 180 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 My instrument ...
... Exit . SCENE II . The Street near SCIOLTO's Palace . Enter LOTHARIO and ROSSANO . 180 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 My instrument ...
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... Exit . Act 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 . Act 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 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 FAIR PENITENT fame fatal fate father fear foes fond forgive friendship gentle give Glen Glenalvon Glost grace grief hand happy hear heart Heav'n honour 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 weep woes wretch youth
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Page 79 - 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 ! Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ; The wide, th...
Page 36 - 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 78 - When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Page 79 - Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass? The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it.
Page 34 - 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 33 - My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his thronged legions, and charge home upon him.
Page 79 - 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 79 - 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. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Page 53 - With all the strength and heats of eloquence Fraternal love and friendship can inspire. Tell her thy brother languishes to death, And fades away, and withers in his bloom...
Page 36 - Whom, with a troop of fifty chosen men, I met advancing. The pursuit I led, Till we o'ertook the spoil-encumber'd foe. We fought and conquer'd. E're a sword was drawn, An arrow from my bow had pierc'd their chief, Who wore that day the arms which now I wear.