The London Theatre: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Dramatic Pieces, Band 3Whittingham and Arliss, 1815 |
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... tell me , Syphax , I conjure thee , tell me , What are the thoughts that knit thy brow in frowns , And turn thine eye thus coldly on thy prince ? Syph . " Tis not my talent to conceal my thoughts , Or carry smiles and sunshine in my ...
... tell me , Syphax , I conjure thee , tell me , What are the thoughts that knit thy brow in frowns , And turn thine eye thus coldly on thy prince ? Syph . " Tis not my talent to conceal my thoughts , Or carry smiles and sunshine in my ...
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... tell me how . Syph . Fly from the fate that follows Cæsar's foes . Juba . My father scorn'd to do it . Syph . And therefore died . Juba . Better to die ten thousand thousand deaths , Than wound my honour . Syph . Rather say your love ...
... tell me how . Syph . Fly from the fate that follows Cæsar's foes . Juba . My father scorn'd to do it . Syph . And therefore died . Juba . Better to die ten thousand thousand deaths , Than wound my honour . Syph . Rather say your love ...
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... , by turns , oppress my heart . Marcia . Lacia , disburden all thy cares on me , And let me share thy most retir'd distress . Tell me , who raises up this conflict in thee ? B Were you with these , my princ The pale , SCENE 1 . 17 CATO .
... , by turns , oppress my heart . Marcia . Lacia , disburden all thy cares on me , And let me share thy most retir'd distress . Tell me , who raises up this conflict in thee ? B Were you with these , my princ The pale , SCENE 1 . 17 CATO .
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... tell th They're Marcia's brothers , and the sons of Cato . Marcia . But tell me whose address thou favour most ? I long to know , and yet I dread to hear it . Lucia . Suppose ' twere Portius , could you blame choice ? - Oh , Portius ...
... tell th They're Marcia's brothers , and the sons of Cato . Marcia . But tell me whose address thou favour most ? I long to know , and yet I dread to hear it . Lucia . Suppose ' twere Portius , could you blame choice ? - Oh , Portius ...
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... Tell your dictator this ; and tell him , Cato Disdains a life which he has power to offer . Dec. Rome and her senators submit to Cæsar ; Her gen'rals and her consuls are no more , Who check'd his conquests , and deny'd his triumphs ...
... Tell your dictator this ; and tell him , Cato Disdains a life which he has power to offer . Dec. Rome and her senators submit to Cæsar ; Her gen'rals and her consuls are no more , Who check'd his conquests , and deny'd his triumphs ...
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Adel Adelaide Alderman Alithea Atall Aust Belville better Brisk Cæsar Careless Cato Cato's Chiswick Clar Clarinda Cler Clerimont Clin colonel Count COUNT of NARBONNE Countess cousin Covent Garden Cymon Cynthia dear devil Dicky Dorus Drury Lane egad Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father Fatima fool gentleman give hast hear heart heaven honour hope husband Juba kiss Lady D Lady F ladyship laugh Linco look Lord F Lucia Lucy Lure madam Marcia marry Mask Mellefont mistress Moody never Nosegay passion Peggy poor Portius Pr'ythee pray Re-enter rogue SCENE Sempronius servant Sir H SIR HARRY WILDAIR sir Paul sir Solomon Smug soul Spark Sparkish Stand Standfast sure swear Sylvia Syph Syphax tell thee Theo there's thing THOMAS DIBDIN thou thought Touchwood Urganda virtue Vizard what's wife wish Wishwell woman young
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Seite 45 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...
Seite 14 - 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 46 - The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds What means this heaviness that hangs upon me ? This lethargy that creeps through all my senses ? Nature oppress'd, and harass'd out with care, Sinks down to rest.
Seite 46 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age and nature sink in years : But thou shall flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter and the crush of worlds.
Seite 17 - Are grown thus desp'rate: we have bulwarks round us; Within our walls are troops inur'd to toil In Afric's heat, and season'd to the sun; Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us, Ready to rise at its young prince's call. While there is hope, do not distrust the gods ; But wait, at least, till Caesar's near approach Force us to yield.
Seite 46 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Seite 17 - My voice is still for war. Gods! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his throng'd legions, and charge home upon him.
Seite 40 - He exercis'd his troops, the signal given, Flew off at once with his Numidian horse To the south gate, where Marcus holds the watch. I saw, and call'd to stop him, but in vain, He toss'd his arm aloft, and proudly told me He would not stay and perish like Sempronius.
Seite 17 - Twill never be too late To sue for chains and own a conqueror. Why should Rome fall a moment ere her time? No, let us draw her term of freedom out In its full length, and spin it to the last, So shall we gain still one...
Seite 6 - I feared at first, for starting from my bedside like a fury, she flew to my sword, and with much ado I prevented her doing me or herself a mischief. Having disarmed her, in a gust...