British Theatre: The orphan, by Thomas Otway. 1791. Cato, by Joseph Addison. 1791J. Bell, 1791 |
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... ev'n your dresses are not more Fantastic than your appetites ; you think Of nothing twice . Opinion you have none . To - day y'are nice , to - morrow not so free ; Now smile , then frown ; now sorrowful , then glad ; Now pleas'd , now ...
... ev'n your dresses are not more Fantastic than your appetites ; you think Of nothing twice . Opinion you have none . To - day y'are nice , to - morrow not so free ; Now smile , then frown ; now sorrowful , then glad ; Now pleas'd , now ...
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... ev'n desire grows sick ; Then , by long absence , liberty regain , And quite forget the pleasure and the pain . [ Exeunt Pol . and Page . ACT II . SCENE I. A Salloon . Enter ACASTO C iij A & 1 . 25 THE ORPHAN . : ...
... ev'n desire grows sick ; Then , by long absence , liberty regain , And quite forget the pleasure and the pain . [ Exeunt Pol . and Page . ACT II . SCENE I. A Salloon . Enter ACASTO C iij A & 1 . 25 THE ORPHAN . : ...
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... ev'n to them , the new matched pair . Farewel . Believe my truth , and know me for thy friend . [ Exit . Enter CASTALIO and ΜΟΝΙΜΙΑ . Cast . Young Chamont and the Chaplain ? sure ' tis they ! No matter what's contrived , or who ...
... ev'n to them , the new matched pair . Farewel . Believe my truth , and know me for thy friend . [ Exit . Enter CASTALIO and ΜΟΝΙΜΙΑ . Cast . Young Chamont and the Chaplain ? sure ' tis they ! No matter what's contrived , or who ...
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... ev'n to madness . " But wherefore do I dally with my bliss ? The night's far spent , and day draws on apace ; To bed , my love , and wake till I come thither . Pol . So hot , my brother ! Mon. ' Twill be impossible ; [ Polydore at the ...
... ev'n to madness . " But wherefore do I dally with my bliss ? The night's far spent , and day draws on apace ; To bed , my love , and wake till I come thither . Pol . So hot , my brother ! Mon. ' Twill be impossible ; [ Polydore at the ...
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... ev'n wild , and tear my hair ! " ' Tis well , Monimia , that thy empire's short ; Let but to - morrow , but to - morrow come , And try if all thy arts appease my wrong ; ' Till when , be this detested place my bed . [ Lies down . Where ...
... ev'n wild , and tear my hair ! " ' Tis well , Monimia , that thy empire's short ; Let but to - morrow , but to - morrow come , And try if all thy arts appease my wrong ; ' Till when , be this detested place my bed . [ Lies down . Where ...
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Acast AMBROSE PHILIPS Andr Andromache arms Astyanax bear beauty behold blest blood brave brother C¿sar Cast Castalio Cato Cato's Ceph Cephisa Chamont Chap charms Cleo Cleone cruel death Decius dost thou e'er Enter Epirus ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes false fate father fear fortune friendship give gods Greece Greeks grief guards happy hate hear heart Heav'n Hector Hermione honour hope Juba king live lord lov'd Lucia Lucius madam maid Marc Marcia Marcus Monimia ne'er never Numidian o'er Orest passion Pharsalia pity Polydore Portius Pr'ythee prince Pylades Pyrrhus rage Roman Roman senate Rome SCENE scorn Sempronius senate shew sighs sorrows soul speak sure sword Syph Syphax tears tell thee thou hast thought Troy Twas Twill tyrant unhappy virtue vows wilt thou woman wouldst thou wretch wrong'd
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Page 78 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest 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 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...
Page 79 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 79 - 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 78 - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Page 79 - ... 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 x - 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 18 - Tis not in mortals to command success, But we'll do more, Sempronius; we'll deserve 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 24 - Then rises fresh, pursues his wonted game, And if the following day he chance to find A new repast, or an untasted spring, Blesses his stars, and thinks it luxury.
Page 63 - Forbear, Sempronius ! — see they suffer death, But in their deaths remember they are men. Strain not the laws to make their tortures grievous. Lucius, the base degenerate age requires Severity, and justice in its rigour; This awes an impious...