Jones's British Theatre, Band 4Chambers, 1795 |
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... say to him ? Andr . Tell him I love my fon to fuch excess- But doft thou think he means the child fhall die ? Can love rejected turn to fo much rage ? Ceph . Madam , he'll foon be here Refolve on fomething . Andr . Well then , affure ...
... say to him ? Andr . Tell him I love my fon to fuch excess- But doft thou think he means the child fhall die ? Can love rejected turn to fo much rage ? Ceph . Madam , he'll foon be here Refolve on fomething . Andr . Well then , affure ...
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... Say , did there not appear Some fhade of grief ; fome little cloud of forrow ? Did he not stop ? Did he not once look back ? Didft thou approach him ? Was he not confounded ? Did he not- -Oh , be quick and tell me all ! Cleo . Madam ...
... Say , did there not appear Some fhade of grief ; fome little cloud of forrow ? Did he not stop ? Did he not once look back ? Didft thou approach him ? Was he not confounded ? Did he not- -Oh , be quick and tell me all ! Cleo . Madam ...
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William Jones. De Wilde ad vis pins . " MHOLMAN as DOUGLAS . Say who was my Father ? Dublin . Publifh'd by W. Jones N : 86 Dame Street . Fergun jaip Graham del . DOUGLAS . in the smooth green try Act TV DOUGLAS .
William Jones. De Wilde ad vis pins . " MHOLMAN as DOUGLAS . Say who was my Father ? Dublin . Publifh'd by W. Jones N : 86 Dame Street . Fergun jaip Graham del . DOUGLAS . in the smooth green try Act TV DOUGLAS .
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... say , gae to the ha , Bid her come here wi fpeid ; If ye refufe my hie command , ' I'll gar your body bleid . ' Gae bid her tak this gay mantel , Tis a gowd bot the hem ; Bid her come to the gude grencwode , Ein by herfel alane ; ⚫ And ...
... say , gae to the ha , Bid her come here wi fpeid ; If ye refufe my hie command , ' I'll gar your body bleid . ' Gae bid her tak this gay mantel , Tis a gowd bot the hem ; Bid her come to the gude grencwode , Ein by herfel alane ; ⚫ And ...
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... say or do , Forbidden he wald nae be . " It's furely to my bower - woman , " It neir cold be to me . " I brocht it to lord Barnard's lady , ' I trow that ye be shee . ' Then up and fpak the wylie nurse , ( The bairn upon her knie ...
... say or do , Forbidden he wald nae be . " It's furely to my bower - woman , " It neir cold be to me . " I brocht it to lord Barnard's lady , ' I trow that ye be shee . ' Then up and fpak the wylie nurse , ( The bairn upon her knie ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Aftyanax againſt Alic AMBROSE PHILIPS Andr Andromache Anna arms bofom brave breaft Burleigh caufe cauſe Ceph Cephifa Child Maurice Cleone counfel curfe death defpair doft thou Douglas dreadful Effex Enter Epirus Exeunt Exit eyes facred falfe fame fate father fave fcorn fear fecret feems fhall fhame fhould fince flain foes fome foon forrows foul fpirit ftand ftill fuch fword Glen Glenalvon Gloft goodneſs Greece Greeks grief Haft Haftings hate heart Heav'n Hector Hermione himſelf honeft honour huſband JANE SHORE juft king Lady laft lord lov'd madam malice moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble Norval Nottingham o'er Oreft paffion pity pleaſure prefence preferve prince purpoſe Pylades Pyrrhus queen rage Randolph refentment reft rife royal ſhall ſhe Southampton ſpeak ſtill tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thought whofe wiſh wretch yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 104 - They turn'd upon him: but his active arm Struck to the ground, from whence they rose no more, The fiercest two; the others fled amain, And left him master of the bloody field. Speak, Lady Randolph : upon Beauty's tongue Dwell accents pleasing to the brave and bold. Speak, noble dame, and thank him for thy lord.
Seite 11 - Thou saw'st it in its birth and in its progress ; And when at last the hoary king, her father, Great Menelaus, gave away his daughter, His lovely daughter, to the happy Pyrrhus, Th...
Seite 181 - And dost thou know me? Slave! DUM. Yes, thou proud lord! I know thee well, know thee with each advantage Which wealth, or power, or noble birth can give thee. I know thee, too, for one who stains those honours, And blots a long illustrious line of ancestry, By poorly daring thus to wrong a woman.
Seite 164 - How few, like thee, inquire the wretched out, And court the offices of soft Humanity ? Like thee reserve their raiment for the naked, Reach out their bread to feed the crying orphan, Or mix their pitying tears with those that weep ? Thy praise deserves a better tongue than mine, To speak and bless thy name.
Seite 205 - Supply the place of time and preparation, And arm me for the blow. Tis but to die; 'Tis but to venture on that common hazard Which many a time in battle I have run; 'Tis but to do what, at that very moment, In many nations of the peopled earth, A thousand and a thousand shall do with me...
Seite 120 - Tis that I mean : There dwells a man of venerable age, Who in my father's service spent his youth : Tell him I sent thee, and with him remain, Till I shall call upon thee to declare, Before the king and nobles, what thou now To me hast told. No more but this, and thou Shalt live in honour all thy future days...
Seite 122 - To any likeness my so sudden favour: But now I long to see his face again, Examine every feature, and find out The lineaments of DOUGLAS, or my own. But most of all I long to let him know Who his true parents are, to clasp his neck, And tell him all the story of his father. ANNA With wary caution you must bear yourself In public, lest your tenderness break forth, And in observers stir conjectures strange.
Seite 116 - One stormy night, as I remember well, The wind and rain beat hard upon our roof: Red came the river down, and loud and oft The angry spirit of the water shriek'd.
Seite 223 - And yet thy Goodness turns aside to Pity me ! Alas! There may be danger, get thee gone! Let me not pull a Ruin on thy Head ! Leave me to die alone, for I am fall'n Never to rise, and all Relief is vain.
Seite 111 - Thy virtue awes me. First of womankind! Permit me yet to say, that the fond man Whom love transports beyond strict virtue's bounds, If he is brought by love to misery, In fortune ruin'd, as in mind forlorn, Unpitied cannot be. Pity's the alms Which...