Rule a Wife and Have a Wife: A Comedy in Five ActsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1808 - 78 Seiten |
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... you why I sought you here , And what's our present work . [ They withdraw to a Corner of the Stage , and VEN- TIDIUS , with the Other , comes forward to the Front . I Vent . Not see him , say you ? SCENE I. ] ALL FOR LOVE .
... you why I sought you here , And what's our present work . [ They withdraw to a Corner of the Stage , and VEN- TIDIUS , with the Other , comes forward to the Front . I Vent . Not see him , say you ? SCENE I. ] ALL FOR LOVE .
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... Vent . I bring him news will raise his drooping spirits , Give him new life . Gent . He sees not Cleopatra . Vent . Would he had never seen her ! Gent . He eats not , drinks not , sleeps not , has no use Of any thing but thought ; or ...
... Vent . I bring him news will raise his drooping spirits , Give him new life . Gent . He sees not Cleopatra . Vent . Would he had never seen her ! Gent . He eats not , drinks not , sleeps not , has no use Of any thing but thought ; or ...
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... Vent . Curse on the tongue that bids this gen'ral joy ! - Can they be friends of Antony , who revel When Antony's in danger ! Hide , for shame , You Romans , your great grandsires ' images , For fear their souls should animate their ...
... Vent . Curse on the tongue that bids this gen'ral joy ! - Can they be friends of Antony , who revel When Antony's in danger ! Hide , for shame , You Romans , your great grandsires ' images , For fear their souls should animate their ...
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... Vent . Would I could not ! But wherefore waste I precious hours with thee ? Thou art her darling mischief , her chief engine , Antony's other fate . Go tell thy queen , Ventidius is arriv'd to end her charms . Let your Egyptian timbrels ...
... Vent . Would I could not ! But wherefore waste I precious hours with thee ? Thou art her darling mischief , her chief engine , Antony's other fate . Go tell thy queen , Ventidius is arriv'd to end her charms . Let your Egyptian timbrels ...
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... Vent . [ Aside . ] On my soul ' Tis mournful , wond'rous mournful ! Ant . Count thy gains Now , Antony ; wouldst thou be born for this ? Glutton of fortune , thy devouring youth Has starv'd thy wanting age . Vent . [ Aside . ] How ...
... Vent . [ Aside . ] On my soul ' Tis mournful , wond'rous mournful ! Ant . Count thy gains Now , Antony ; wouldst thou be born for this ? Glutton of fortune , thy devouring youth Has starv'd thy wanting age . Vent . [ Aside . ] How ...
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Alex Alexander ALEXAS Allw ALTEA Amble Antony brave Caca Cæsar Cassander Cleo Cleopatra Clyt Clytus Comedy command Constantia cozen'd dare dear death Dolabella Don Frederick Don John dost Duke Enter DON Estif ESTIFANIA EUMENES Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farce farewell fear fool Fred gentleman give Greedy hear heart Heaven Heph Hephestion honest honour hope husband i'th Juan JUAN DE CASTRO king LADY ALLWORTH Land leave Leon live look lord Lord Lovell lov'd Lysimachus madam MARALL Marg MARGARITA married mistress mother ne'er never noble o'er Octavia on't Parisatis Perdiccas Peter Petr PETRUCHIO Polyperchon Pr'ythee pray queen Roxana SCENE Sir G Sir Giles Overreach soldier soul speak Stat Statira sure sweet sword tell thank thee There's thing thou art thou hast Twas Vent Ventidius WATCHALL Wellb Wellborn what's wife woman word young
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Seite 49 - Think thyself me; And when thou speak'st (but let it first be long), Take off the edge from every sharper sound, And let our parting be as gently made, As other loves begin: Wilt thou do this?
Seite 34 - tis true, I loved you, And kept you far from an uneasy wife, — Such Fulvia was. Yes, but he'll say, you left Octavia for me;— \ And, can you blame me to receive that love, Which quitted such desert, for worthless me?
Seite 39 - For foreign aids? — to hunt my memory, And range all o'er a waste and barren place, To find a friend? The wretched have no friends, Yet I had one, the bravest youth of Rome, Whom...
Seite 28 - With ardour too heroic, on his foes, Fall down, as she would do, before his feet; Lie in his way, and stop the paths of death. Tell him, this god is not invulnerable; That absent Cleopatra bleeds in him; And, that you may remember her petition, She begs you wear these trifles, as a pawn, Which, at your wished return, she will redeem [Gives jewels to the Commanders.
Seite 7 - Of mimic'd statesmen and their merry king. No wit to flatter left of all his store! No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends.
Seite 17 - It sits too near you. Ant. Here, here it lies; a lump of lead by day, And, in my short, distracted, nightly slumbers, The hag that rifles my dreams Vent.
Seite 47 - Look on these; Are they not yours ? or stand they thus neglected, As they are mine? Go to him, children, go; Kneel to him, take him by the hand, speak to him ; For you may speak, and he may own you too, Without a blush; and so he cannot all His children: go, I say, and pull him to me, And pull him to yourselves, from that bad woman.
Seite 58 - em up, but rather set our feet Upon their heads, to press 'em to the bottom; As, I must yield," with you I practis'd it: But, now I see you in a way to rise, I can and will assist you.
Seite 15 - tis my birthday, and I'll keep it With double pomp of sadness. Tis what the day deserves, which gave me breath. Why was I raised the meteor of the world, Hung in the skies, and blazing as I travelled, Till all my fires were spent; and then cast downward To be trod out by Caesar?
Seite 12 - Whose riots fed and clothed thee? Wert thou not Born on my father's land, and proud to be A drudge in his house? Tap. What I was, sir, it skills not; What you are, is apparent. Now, for a farewell, Since you talk of father, in my hope it will torment you, I'll briefly tell your story. Your dead father, My quondam master, was a man of worship, Old Sir John Wellborn, justice of peace and quorum, And stood fair to be custos rotulorum...