British theatre, comprising tragedies, comedies, operas, and farces; with biogr., critical account and notes, by an Englishman [O. Williams].1830 |
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... scene in the play , which the reader does not wish to impress upon his memory . CATO . PORTIUS . MARCUS . DRAMATIS PERSONAE . SEMPRONIUS . LUCIUS . LUCIA . JUBA . DECIUS . MARCIA . SYPHAX . JUNIUS . MUTINEERS . GUARDS . etc. SCENE ...
... scene in the play , which the reader does not wish to impress upon his memory . CATO . PORTIUS . MARCUS . DRAMATIS PERSONAE . SEMPRONIUS . LUCIUS . LUCIA . JUBA . DECIUS . MARCIA . SYPHAX . JUNIUS . MUTINEERS . GUARDS . etc. SCENE ...
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... SCENE I. - The Senate - house . Flourish . SEMPRONIUS , LUCIUS , and Sena- tors discovered . Thou virtuous maid ; I'll hasten to my troops , And fire their languid souls with Cato's virtue . If e'er I lead them to the field , when all ...
... SCENE I. - The Senate - house . Flourish . SEMPRONIUS , LUCIUS , and Sena- tors discovered . Thou virtuous maid ; I'll hasten to my troops , And fire their languid souls with Cato's virtue . If e'er I lead them to the field , when all ...
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... SCENE I - A Chamber . Enter LUCIA and MARCIA . Lucia . Now tell me , Marcia , tell me from thy soul , If thou believ'st ' tis possible for woman To suffer greater ills than Lucia suffers ? Marcia , Oh , Lucia , Lucia , might my big ...
... SCENE I - A Chamber . Enter LUCIA and MARCIA . Lucia . Now tell me , Marcia , tell me from thy soul , If thou believ'st ' tis possible for woman To suffer greater ills than Lucia suffers ? Marcia , Oh , Lucia , Lucia , might my big ...
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... SCENE - Granada . SCENE L - A Room of State . ZARA . LEONORA . Attendants , Guards , etc. Than trees or flint ? O , force of constant woe ! Tis not in harmony to calm my griefs . The Curtain rising slowly to soft Music , Anselmo sleeps ...
... SCENE - Granada . SCENE L - A Room of State . ZARA . LEONORA . Attendants , Guards , etc. Than trees or flint ? O , force of constant woe ! Tis not in harmony to calm my griefs . The Curtain rising slowly to soft Music , Anselmo sleeps ...
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... SCENE I The Aisle of a Temple . And that dumb mouth , significant in show Invites me to the bed , where I alone Shall rest ; shows me the grave , where na- ture , weary And long oppress'd with woes and bending cares , t May lay the ...
... SCENE I The Aisle of a Temple . And that dumb mouth , significant in show Invites me to the bed , where I alone Shall rest ; shows me the grave , where na- ture , weary And long oppress'd with woes and bending cares , t May lay the ...
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art thou Belvidera better brother Capt captain Castalio Cato Ceph Cham Char Charles Colin daughter dear death DOCTOR DRUID don Philip Enter Eudocia Eumenes Exeunt Exit eyes Fain father fear fellow fool fortune gentleman give hand happy hear heart heaven Honey honour hope husband Juba Lady F Lady W ladyship leave live look Lord Lucy madam marriage marry matter mean Mirabell Miss never Oakly on't Osman pardon passion Pescara Polydore poor pr'ythee pray Pyrrhus Re-enter ruin Rusport Sackbut SCENE Serg servant Sfor Sir F Sir G sir John sister soul speak Ster Stuke sure swear sword Syphax tears tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast thought twas twill villain virtue what's wife wish woman wretch young Zara Zounds
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 490 - I'll never control your choice ; but Mr. Marlow, whom I have pitched upon, is the son of my old friend, Sir Charles Marlow, of whom you have heard me talk so often. The young gentleman has been bred a scholar, and is designed for an employment in the service of his country. I am told he's a man of an excellent understanding.
Seite 494 - Yet, George, if we open the campaign too fiercely at first, we may want ammunition before it is over. I think to reserve the embroidery to secure a retreat. HARD. Your talking of a retreat, Mr. Marlow, puts me in mind of the Duke of Marlborough, when we went to besiege Denain.
Seite 59 - Glen. Norval, Let not our variance mar the social hour, Nor wrong the hospitality of Randolph. Nor frowning anger, nor yet wrinkled hate, Shall stain my countenance. Smooth thou thy brow : Nor let our strife disturb the gentle dame.
Seite 370 - I have offered to so good a lady, with a sincere remorse, and a hearty contrition, can but obtain the least glance of compassion, I am too happy. — Ah, madam, there was a time ! — but let it be forgotten — I confess I have deservedly forfeited the high place I once held of sighing at your feet. Nay, kill me not, by turning from me in disdain.
Seite 494 - ... my friends with my back to the fire. I like to give them a hearty reception in the old style at my gate. I like to see their horses and trunks taken care of.
Seite 7 - Lucius seems fond of life; but what is life? 'Tis not to stalk about, and draw fresh air From time to time, or gaze upon the sun; Tis to be free. When liberty is gone, Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish.
Seite 15 - 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...
Seite 351 - To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.
Seite 367 - O madam, if you knew but what he promised me, and how he assured me your ladyship should come to no damage - or else the wealth of the Indies should not have bribed me to conspire against so good, so sweet, so kind a lady as you have been to me. Lady. No damage? What, to betray me, to marry me to a cast serving-man; to make me a receptacle, an hospital for a decayed pimp? No damage?
Seite 366 - Well, Sir Rowland, you have the way, You are no Novice in the Labyrinth of Love, You have the Clue But as I am a Person, Sir Rowland, you must not attribute my yielding to any sinister Appetite, or Indigestion of Widowhood ; nor impute my Complacency to any Lethargy of Continence I hope you do not think me prone to any Iteration of Nuptials.