Bell's British Theatre, Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays...

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J. Bell; & C. Etherington, 1778

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Page 7 - I do, I do Go in, my child, the gods may find a way To make thee happy yet. But on thy duty, Whate'er reports may reach, or fears alarm thee, I charge thee come not to the field. Horatia. I will not, If you command it, Sir. But will you then, As far as cruel honour may permit, Remember that your poor Horatia's life Hangs on this dreadful contest 1 Horatius.
Page 20 - I shall e'er acquire a leader's name, My speech will be less ardent. Novelty Now prompts my tongue, and youthful admiration Vents itself freely ; since no part is mine Of praise- pertaining to the great in arms.
Page 56 - Rush'd like a torrent down upon the vale, Sweeping our flocks and herds.
Page 25 - Thy father's memory, think of this no more. One thing I have to say before we part : Long wert thou lost ; and thou art found, my child, In a most fearful season. War and battle I have great cause to dread. Too well I see Which way the current of thy temper sets : To-day I've found thee. Oh...
Page 50 - What power directed thy unconscious tongue To speak as thou hast done ? to name Anna. I know not : But since my words have made my mistress tremble, I will speak so no more; but silent mix My tears with hers.
Page 11 - tis my key, And opes the wicket of the human heart. How far I have succeeded now I know not, Yet I incline to think her stormy virtue Is...
Page 50 - To speak as thou hast done ? to name — Anna. I know not : But since my words have made my mistress tremble, I will speak so no more ; but silent mix My tears with hers. Lady R. No, thou shall not be silent. I'll trust thy faithful love, and thou shall be Henceforth th' instructed partner of my woes.
Page 54 - scap'd unknown: a slender consolation! Heaven is my witness that I do not love To sow in peril, and let others reap The jocund harvest. Yet I am not safe: By love, or something like it, stung, inflam'd, Madly I blabb'd my passion to his wife, хк And she has threaten'd to acquaint him of it.
Page 12 - Of some young knight resolv'd to break a spear, And stain with hostile blood his maiden arms. The Danes are landed : we must beat them back, Or live the slaves of Denmark. Lady R.
Page 20 - His port I love : he's in a proper mood To chide the thunder, if at him it roar'd.— [Aside. Has Norval seen the troops ? Nor. The setting sun With...

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