THE WORKS OF THOMAS OTWAY, CONSISTING OF HIS PLAYS, POEMS AND LETTERS WITH A SKETCH OF HIS LIFE, IN TWO VOLUMES - VOL.II (YEAR 1812)1812 |
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... lost all grace ; you have no duty left ; you are a rebel : I shall see you hanged , sirrah . Come , come , let me examine you a little , while I think on't : What religion are you of ? -- hah ? - Beau . Sir , I hope you took care ...
... lost all grace ; you have no duty left ; you are a rebel : I shall see you hanged , sirrah . Come , come , let me examine you a little , while I think on't : What religion are you of ? -- hah ? - Beau . Sir , I hope you took care ...
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... lost much ground . There is cheating and hypocrisy still in the city ; riot and murder in the suburbs ; grinning , lying , fawning , flattery , and false promising at court ; assignations at Covent - Garden church cuckolds , whores ...
... lost much ground . There is cheating and hypocrisy still in the city ; riot and murder in the suburbs ; grinning , lying , fawning , flattery , and false promising at court ; assignations at Covent - Garden church cuckolds , whores ...
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... lost else . 2 Man . I'll not shrink from you . 1 Man . That's well said - sir , if you please , a word with you . Beau . With me , sir ? 1 Man . Yes . Beau . Courtine , be civil a little . 1 Man . Sir , it is my misfortune to be ...
... lost else . 2 Man . I'll not shrink from you . 1 Man . That's well said - sir , if you please , a word with you . Beau . With me , sir ? 1 Man . Yes . Beau . Courtine , be civil a little . 1 Man . Sir , it is my misfortune to be ...
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... lost this quarry , let us even beat about a little , and see what other game we can meet with . Enter LUCRECE masked . Luc . Sir , sir ! captain ! Cour . With you again , Beaugard . Agare ho ! Beau . With me , my mistress ? Luc . Yes ...
... lost this quarry , let us even beat about a little , and see what other game we can meet with . Enter LUCRECE masked . Luc . Sir , sir ! captain ! Cour . With you again , Beaugard . Agare ho ! Beau . With me , my mistress ? Luc . Yes ...
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... lost my honest senses , man : would any body that knows me believe it ? Let me be buried alive , if the rogues of the parish I live in have not in- dicted me for a Papist . Beau . The devil ! a Papist ? Dare . Pox on them , a Papist ...
... lost my honest senses , man : would any body that knows me believe it ? Let me be buried alive , if the rogues of the parish I live in have not in- dicted me for a Papist . Beau . The devil ! a Papist ? Dare . Pox on them , a Papist ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Acas arms art thou Atheist Beau Beaugard Belvidera bless brother Caius Mar CAIUS MARIUS Castalio Cham Chamont Cinna Cour Courtine curs'd curse dæmon dagger Dare Daredevil dear dost e'er Enter Exeunt Exit eyes false fate Father fear fool fortune give Gods Gratian happy hate hear heart Heaven honest honour hope Jaffeir kiss lady Lavinia Lictors live look lord lov'd madam Maid married Metel Metellus Methinks Monimia Nacky ne'er never night Nurse o'er on't peace Pierre pity Polydore poor Porcia pr'ythee rogue Rome senate shew slave sorrows soul speak Sulpitius sure swear sword Sylla tears tell thee Theo THEODORET there's thing thou art thou hast thou wilt thou'rt thought Twas twill us'd villain virtue what's wife wilt thou wretch wrong'd
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 320 - Ohy 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.
Seite 256 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Seite 295 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Seite 240 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Seite 240 - I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
Seite 238 - Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Seite 264 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out...
Seite 318 - The bitterness her tender spirit tastes of, I own myself a coward: bear my weakness, If throwing thus my arms about thy neck, I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. Oh! I shall drown thee with my sorrows! Pierr. Burn ! First burn, and level Venice to thy ruin. What! starve like beggars' brats in frosty weather, Under a hedge, and whine ourselves to death!
Seite 279 - Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life: I'll call them back again to comfort me.
Seite 323 - That's my wish too: For then, my Pierre, I might have cause with pleasure To play the hypocrite. Oh! how I could weep Over the dying dotard, and kiss him too, In hopes to smother him quite; then, when the time Was come to pay my sorrows at his funeral, For he has already made me heir to treasures, Would make me out-act a real...