The British Drama: pt. 1-2. TragediesWilliam Miller, printed by James Ballantyne, 1804 |
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... wrong , A most unmanly one , and I am slow In taking vengeance ! But be well advised . Cal . It may be so . Who placed the lady there , So near the presence of the king ? Mel . I did . Cal . My lord , she must not sit there . Mel . Why ...
... wrong , A most unmanly one , and I am slow In taking vengeance ! But be well advised . Cal . It may be so . Who placed the lady there , So near the presence of the king ? Mel . I did . Cal . My lord , she must not sit there . Mel . Why ...
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... wrong . Cal . Ay , you may say your pleasure . Enter AMINTOR . Amin . What vile injury Hlas stirred my worthy friend , who is as slow To fight with words as he is quick of hand ? Mel . That heap of age , which I should reve- rence , If ...
... wrong . Cal . Ay , you may say your pleasure . Enter AMINTOR . Amin . What vile injury Hlas stirred my worthy friend , who is as slow To fight with words as he is quick of hand ? Mel . That heap of age , which I should reve- rence , If ...
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... wrong : Methinks , I feel Her grief shoot suddenly through all my veins . Mine eyes run : This is strange at such a time . It was the king first moved me to't ; but he Has not my will in keeping . Why do I Perplex myself thus ...
... wrong : Methinks , I feel Her grief shoot suddenly through all my veins . Mine eyes run : This is strange at such a time . It was the king first moved me to't ; but he Has not my will in keeping . Why do I Perplex myself thus ...
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... wrong me so . Yes , if his body were a poisonous plant , That it were death to touch , I have a soul Will throw me on him . Evad . Why , it is the king . Amin . The king ! Evad . What will you do now ? Amin . It is not the king ! Evad ...
... wrong me so . Yes , if his body were a poisonous plant , That it were death to touch , I have a soul Will throw me on him . Evad . Why , it is the king . Amin . The king ! Evad . What will you do now ? Amin . It is not the king ! Evad ...
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... wrong the story . Asp . It will make the story , wronged by wanton poets , Live long , and be believed . But where's the lady ? Ant . There , madam . Asp . Fie ! you have missed it here , Antiphila ; You are much mistaken , wench ...
... wrong the story . Asp . It will make the story , wronged by wanton poets , Live long , and be believed . But where's the lady ? Ant . There , madam . Asp . Fie ! you have missed it here , Antiphila ; You are much mistaken , wench ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Acast Alex Amin Amintor arms Bajazet Beaumel bless blood brave Cæsar Cast Castalio Cato Char Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cleora curse dare Daugh dear death DECIUS Dion Diph DIPHILUS dost thou Drusius Enter Evad Evadne Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fate father fear fortune give gods grief hand hate hath hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope Juba Judas kill king kiss lady Leost Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam ne'er Nennius never noble o'er peace Petillius Philaster Photinus pity POLYPERCHON Pompey prince Ptol Ptolomy Pyrrhus queen revenge Roch Roman Romont ruin SCENE scorn shew slave soldier sorrow soul speak Suet sweet sword Syphax tears tell thee thou art thou hast thought Thra Timag Twas Vent virtue weep wilt wretched wrong
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 13 - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
Seite 198 - O'er fourscore thousand men, of whom each one Is braver than himself ? Vent. You conquered for him ; Philippi knows it : there you shared with him That empire, which your sword made all your own. Ant. Fool that I was ! upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren till I was tired with soaring, And now he mounts above me.
Seite 279 - And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Seite 248 - Redeemed her life with half the loss of mine; Like a rich conquest in one hand I bore her, And with the other...
Seite 56 - and dressed myself In habit of a boy; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you; and, understanding well That when I made discovery of my sex I...
Seite 347 - Marcia tow'rs above her sex : True, she is fair, (oh how divinely fair !) But still the lovely maid improves her charms With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, And sanctity of manners.
Seite 203 - Was not thy fury quite disarmed with wonder? Didst thou not shrink behind me from those eyes And whisper in my ear — Oh, tell her not That I accused her with my brother's death ? DOLA.
Seite 195 - They said they would not fight for Cleopatra. Why should they fight indeed, to make her conquer, And make you more a slave ? to gain you kingdoms, Which, for a kiss, at your next midnight feast, You'll sell to her ? Then she new-names her jewels, And calls this diamond such or such a tax ; Each pendant in her ear shall be a province.
Seite 347 - 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.
Seite 279 - Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold. And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart.