Jones's British Theatre, Band 4Chambers, 1795 |
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... tell me , Pylades ; how stand my hopes ? Is Pyrrhus ftill enamour'd with her charms ? Or doft thou think he'll yield me up the prize , The dear , dear prize , which he has ravish'd from me ? Pyl . I dare not flatter your fond hopes fo ...
... tell me , Pylades ; how stand my hopes ? Is Pyrrhus ftill enamour'd with her charms ? Or doft thou think he'll yield me up the prize , The dear , dear prize , which he has ravish'd from me ? Pyl . I dare not flatter your fond hopes fo ...
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... tell me how the wrong'd Hermione Brooks her flow nuptials , and dishonour'd charms ? Pyl . Hermione would fain be thought to fcorn Her wavering lover , and disdain his falsehood ; But , fpite of all her pride and conscious beauty , She ...
... tell me how the wrong'd Hermione Brooks her flow nuptials , and dishonour'd charms ? Pyl . Hermione would fain be thought to fcorn Her wavering lover , and disdain his falsehood ; But , fpite of all her pride and conscious beauty , She ...
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... tell them , Pyrrhus knows not how to form Far - fancy'd ills , and dangers out of fight . Oreft . Sir , call to mind the unrivall'd strength of Troy ; Her walls , her bulwarks , and her gates of brafs ; Her kings , her heroes , and ...
... tell them , Pyrrhus knows not how to form Far - fancy'd ills , and dangers out of fight . Oreft . Sir , call to mind the unrivall'd strength of Troy ; Her walls , her bulwarks , and her gates of brafs ; Her kings , her heroes , and ...
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... tell you , fir , Aftyanax Was doom'd to death in Troy ; nor mention how The crafty mother fav'd her darling fon : The Greeks do now but urge their former sentence ; Nor is't the boy , but Hector , they pursue ; The father draws their ...
... tell you , fir , Aftyanax Was doom'd to death in Troy ; nor mention how The crafty mother fav'd her darling fon : The Greeks do now but urge their former sentence ; Nor is't the boy , but Hector , they pursue ; The father draws their ...
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... tell me I have conquer'd ; Think that my injur'd foul is fet against him ; And do thy best to make me think fo too ? Cleo . Why would you loiter here , then ? Her . Let us fly ! Let us begone ! I leave him to his captive : Let him go ...
... tell me I have conquer'd ; Think that my injur'd foul is fet against him ; And do thy best to make me think fo too ? Cleo . Why would you loiter here , then ? Her . Let us fly ! Let us begone ! I leave him to his captive : Let him go ...
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...