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... PORTIUS and MARCUS. CATO , LUCIUS , SEMPRONIUS , Senators . JUBA , Prince of Numidia , SYPHAX , General of the Numidians , PORTIUS , MARCUS , Sons of Cato . DECIUS , Ambassador from Cæsar , Men . Mr. Kemble . S Mr. Packer . Mr. Barrymore ...
... PORTIUS and MARCUS. CATO , LUCIUS , SEMPRONIUS , Senators . JUBA , Prince of Numidia , SYPHAX , General of the Numidians , PORTIUS , MARCUS , Sons of Cato . DECIUS , Ambassador from Cæsar , Men . Mr. Kemble . S Mr. Packer . Mr. Barrymore ...
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CATO . ACT 1. SCENE I. Enter PORTIUS and MARCUS . Portius . THE dawn is over - cast , the morning low'rs , And heavily in clouds brings on the day , The great , th ' important day , big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome - our father's ...
CATO . ACT 1. SCENE I. Enter PORTIUS and MARCUS . Portius . THE dawn is over - cast , the morning low'rs , And heavily in clouds brings on the day , The great , th ' important day , big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome - our father's ...
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... Portius ! is there not some chosen curse , Some hidden thunder in the stores of Heav'n , Red with uncommon wrath , to blast the man Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin ? Por . Believe me , Marcus , ' tis an impious greatness ...
... Portius ! is there not some chosen curse , Some hidden thunder in the stores of Heav'n , Red with uncommon wrath , to blast the man Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin ? Por . Believe me , Marcus , ' tis an impious greatness ...
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... Portius , didst thou taste but half the griefs That wring my soul , thou couldst not talk thus coldly . Passion unpitied , and successless love , Plant daggers in my heart , and aggravate My other griefs . Were but my Lucia kind ...
... Portius , didst thou taste but half the griefs That wring my soul , thou couldst not talk thus coldly . Passion unpitied , and successless love , Plant daggers in my heart , and aggravate My other griefs . Were but my Lucia kind ...
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... Portius , no more ! your words leave stings behind ' em . Whene'er did Juba , or did Portius , shew A virtue that has cast me at a distance . And thrown me out in the pursuits of honour ? Por . Marcus , I know thy gen'rous temper well ...
... Portius , no more ! your words leave stings behind ' em . Whene'er did Juba , or did Portius , shew A virtue that has cast me at a distance . And thrown me out in the pursuits of honour ? Por . Marcus , I know thy gen'rous temper well ...
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Alic Altamont Anna arms beauty behold bless bosom brave breast 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 NICHOLAS ROWE 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 77 - It must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality? Or whence, this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; Tis heav'n 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...
Page 77 - ... 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 77 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. 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 77 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age and nature sink in years : But thou shall flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter and the crush of worlds.
Page 31 - 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 45 - Honour's a sacred tie, the law of kings, The noble mind's distinguishing perfection, That aids and strengthens virtue, where it meets her, And imitates her actions, where she is not : It ought not to be sported with.
Page 25 - 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 viii - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Page 33 - Afric's heat, and season'd to the sun; Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us, Ready to rise at its young prince's call. While there is hope, do not distrust the gods ; But wait, at least, till Caesar's near approach Force us to yield.
Page 73 - How beautiful is death when earned by virtue ! Who would not be that youth ? What pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country...