Venice Preserved: A Tragedy, in Five Acts, 14. numberT.H. Lacy, 1899 - 56 pages |
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Art thou BEDAMAR BELVI betray'd bless bless'd blood brave breast Brutus call'd CAPTAIN cause charge thee Covent Garden coward crosses cruel curs'd curse dagger damn damn'd dare dear death DOGE DOGE OF VENICE ducat DURAND e'er ELIOT Enter BELVIDERA Enter JAFFIER Enter PIERRE ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes false fate father fear forgive fortune GUARDS halberds hand HARVARD COLLEGE hear heav'n hell honest honour hour is't kill kiss last night live lord lov'd mercy MEZZANA ne'er oath on't patience peace pity pow'rs RENAULT rev'rend revenge round ruin safety SCENE senate shake slave smile sorrows soul Speak sure Swear sword tears tell tender THEODORE there's thine thou art thou hast thou wilt thou'rt thought thy bosom thy friends thy heart to-morrow traitor trust truth Twas twill us'd Venice VENICE PRESERVED vile villain virtue weep whither Wilt thou would'st wretch wrong'd wrongs
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Page 43 - Friendship or interest with thee, though our years Were to exceed those limited the world. ^/Take it — farewell — for now I owe thee nothing.
Page 11 - Oh woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you ! Angels are painted fair to look like you : There's in you all, that we believe of" heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Page 46 - Where's my friend ? my friend, thou smiling mischief ! Nay, shrink not, now 'tis too late ; " thou should'st have fled " When thy guilt first had cause ;" for dire revenge Is up, and raging for my friend. He groans!
Page 10 - Thou mad'st me what I am, with all the spirit, Aspiring thoughts, and elegant desires, That fill the happiest man ? Ah...
Page 7 - I think no safety can be here for virtue, And grieve, my friend, as much as thou to live In such a wretched state as this of Venice; Where all agree to spoil the public good, And villains fatten with the brave man's labours.
Page 10 - Lead me, lead me, my virgins, To that kind voice. My lord, my love, my refuge ! Happy my eyes, when they behold thy face : My heavy heart will leave its doleful beating At sight of thee, and bound with sprightful joys.
Page 5 - Were I that thief, the doer of such wrongs As you upbraid me with, what hinders me But I might send her back to you with contumely, And court my fortune where she would be kinder!
Page 3 - Not hear me ! by my sufferings, but you shall! My lord, my lord, I'm not that abject wretch You think me : patience ! where's the distance throws Me back so far, but I may boldly speak In right, though proud oppression will not hear me ! Pri.
Page 4 - Redeem'd her life with half the loss of mine. Like a rich conquest, in one hand I bore her, And with the other dash'd the saucy waves, That throng'd and press'd to rob me of my prize.
Page 4 - Tis to me you owe her; Childless you had been else, and in the grave Your name extinct ; no more Priuli heard of. You may remember, scarce five years are past, Since in your brigantine you sail'd to see The Adriatic wedded by our Duke ; And I was with you.