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LUCIA . Marcia , you ' re too severe : How could you chide the young good - natur
'd prince , And drive him from you with so stern an air , A prince that loves and
dotes on you to death ? MARCIA . ' Tis therefore , Lucia , that I chide him from me
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LUCIA . Marcia , you ' re too severe : How could you chide the young good - natur
'd prince , And drive him from you with so stern an air , A prince that loves and
dotes on you to death ? MARCIA . ' Tis therefore , Lucia , that I chide him from me
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Lucia , difourthen all thy cares on me , And let me share thy molt retir'd distress ;
Tell me who raises up this conflict in thee . LUCIA . I need not blush to name them
, when I tell thee They ' re Marcia's brothers , and the sons of Cato , MARCIA .
Lucia , difourthen all thy cares on me , And let me share thy molt retir'd distress ;
Tell me who raises up this conflict in thee . LUCIA . I need not blush to name them
, when I tell thee They ' re Marcia's brothers , and the sons of Cato , MARCIA .
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+ Enter LUCIA . LUCIA . Did not I see your brother Marcus here ? Why did he fly
the place , and thun my presence ? PORTIUS . Oh , Lucia , language is too faint
to show His rage of love ; it preys upon his life ; He pines , he fickens , he
despairs ...
+ Enter LUCIA . LUCIA . Did not I see your brother Marcus here ? Why did he fly
the place , and thun my presence ? PORTIUS . Oh , Lucia , language is too faint
to show His rage of love ; it preys upon his life ; He pines , he fickens , he
despairs ...
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LUCIA . row tell me , Marcia , tell me from thy soul ; ; To suffer greater ills than
Lucia suffers ? MARCIA . O Lucia , Lucia , might my big swoln heart Vent all its
griefs , and give a loose to forrow : Marcia could answer thee in sighs , keep pace
...
LUCIA . row tell me , Marcia , tell me from thy soul ; ; To suffer greater ills than
Lucia suffers ? MARCIA . O Lucia , Lucia , might my big swoln heart Vent all its
griefs , and give a loose to forrow : Marcia could answer thee in sighs , keep pace
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Enter LUCIA . LUCIA . ' Where is your father , Marcia , where is Cato ? MARCIA .
Lucia , speak low ; he is retir'd to rest . Lucia , I feel a gently - dawning hope Rise
in my soul . We shall be happy still . LUCIA . Alas , I tremble when I think on Cato
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Enter LUCIA . LUCIA . ' Where is your father , Marcia , where is Cato ? MARCIA .
Lucia , speak low ; he is retir'd to rest . Lucia , I feel a gently - dawning hope Rise
in my soul . We shall be happy still . LUCIA . Alas , I tremble when I think on Cato
...
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appear arms bear beauty behold blood breaſt bright Cæſar Cato Cato's cauſe charms courſe death dreadful earth Enter eyes face fall fate father fear fields fight fire firſt flow force friends give gods grief grow hand head hear heart heaven himſelf Jove JUBA kind laſt length lies light live look LUCIA LUCIUS maid MARCIA MARCUS mighty moſt muſt nature never nymph o'er once Ovid paſſion pleaſing Poet PORTIUS prince rage reſt riſe Roman Rome round ſaid ſaw ſays ſee SEMPRONIUS ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould ſhow ſkies ſome ſon ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſtill ſtood ſtreams ſuch ſword Syphax tears tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou thoughts thunder toils turn verſe virgin virtue voice whole winds woods young youth
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Страница 225 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Страница 329 - 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.
Страница 330 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Страница 45 - Tis Britain's care to watch o'er Europe's fate, And hold in balance each contending state, To threaten bold presumptuous kings with war, And answer her afflicted neighbours pray'r.
Страница 153 - Who now appear'd but one continu'd wound. With dropping tears his bitter fate he moans, And fills the mountain with his dying groans. His servants with a piteous look he spies, And turns about his supplicating eyes.
Страница 35 - Through pathless fields, and unfrequented floods, To dens of dragons and enchanted woods. But now the mystic tale, that pleased of yore, Can charm an understanding age no more; The long-spun allegories fulsome grow, While the dull moral lies too plain below.
Страница 100 - Not the red arm of angry Jove, That flings the thunder from the sky, And gives it rage to roar, and strength to fly. Should the whole frame of nature round him break, In ruin, and confusion hurl'd, He, unconcern'd would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure, amidst a falling world.
Страница 210 - Virgil seems no where so well pleased, as when he is got among his Bees in the Fourth Georgic; and ennobles the actions of so trivial a creature, with metaphors drawn from the most important concerns of mankind. His verses...
Страница 249 - ... storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws...
Страница 278 - Rome will rejoice, and cast its eyes on Cato, As on the second of mankind. CATO. No more! I must not think of life on such conditions. DEC. Caesar is well acquainted with your virtues, And therefore sets this value on your life: Let him but know the price of Cato's friendship, And name your terms.