The British Drama: pt. 1-2. TragediesWilliam Miller, printed by James Ballantyne, 1804 |
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... fear ; It is a pain , beyond the hand of death , To be in doubt : Confirm it with an oath , If this be true . Evad . Do you invent the form : Let there be in it all the binding words Devils and conjurers can put together , And I will ...
... fear ; It is a pain , beyond the hand of death , To be in doubt : Confirm it with an oath , If this be true . Evad . Do you invent the form : Let there be in it all the binding words Devils and conjurers can put together , And I will ...
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... fear thou wilt betray or shame thyself . Evad . To cover shame , I took thee ; never fear That I would blaze myself . Amin . Nor let the king Know , I conceive he wrongs me ; then mine honour Will thrust me into action , though my flesh ...
... fear thou wilt betray or shame thyself . Evad . To cover shame , I took thee ; never fear That I would blaze myself . Amin . Nor let the king Know , I conceive he wrongs me ; then mine honour Will thrust me into action , though my flesh ...
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... fear A subject's hand ; but thou shalt feel the weight Of this , if thou dost rage . Amin . The weight of that ! basely ! And I'll prove it so . I did not shun him For a night ; but told him , I would never close With him . King . Speak ...
... fear A subject's hand ; but thou shalt feel the weight Of this , if thou dost rage . Amin . The weight of that ! basely ! And I'll prove it so . I did not shun him For a night ; but told him , I would never close With him . King . Speak ...
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... fear . Come , draw . Mel . I will not draw , unless thou pull'st thy death Upon thee with a stroke . There's no one blow , That thou canst give , hath strength enough to kill me . Tempt me not so far then : The power of earth Shall not ...
... fear . Come , draw . Mel . I will not draw , unless thou pull'st thy death Upon thee with a stroke . There's no one blow , That thou canst give , hath strength enough to kill me . Tempt me not so far then : The power of earth Shall not ...
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... fear , as not to dare to fight , I'll make thy memory loathed , and fix a scandal Upon thy name for ever . Amin . Then I draw , As justly as our magistrates their swords To cut offenders off . I knew before , Twould grate your ears ...
... fear , as not to dare to fight , I'll make thy memory loathed , and fix a scandal Upon thy name for ever . Amin . Then I draw , As justly as our magistrates their swords To cut offenders off . I knew before , Twould grate your ears ...
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Acast Alex Amin Amintor arms Bajazet Beaumel bless blood brave Cæsar Cast Castalio Cato Char Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cleora curse dare Daugh dear death DECIUS Dion Diph DIPHILUS dost thou Drusius Enter Evad Evadne Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fate father fear fortune give gods grief hand hate hath hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope Juba Judas kill king kiss lady Leost Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam ne'er Nennius never noble o'er peace Petillius Philaster Photinus pity POLYPERCHON Pompey prince Ptol Ptolomy Pyrrhus queen revenge Roch Roman Romont ruin SCENE scorn shew slave soldier sorrow soul speak Suet sweet sword Syphax tears tell thee thou art thou hast thought Thra Timag Twas Vent virtue weep wilt wretched wrong
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Страница 13 - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
Страница 198 - O'er fourscore thousand men, of whom each one Is braver than himself ? Vent. You conquered for him ; Philippi knows it : there you shared with him That empire, which your sword made all your own. Ant. Fool that I was ! upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren till I was tired with soaring, And now he mounts above me.
Страница 279 - And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Страница 248 - Redeemed her life with half the loss of mine; Like a rich conquest in one hand I bore her, And with the other...
Страница 56 - and dressed myself In habit of a boy; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you; and, understanding well That when I made discovery of my sex I...
Страница 347 - Marcia tow'rs above her sex : True, she is fair, (oh how divinely fair !) But still the lovely maid improves her charms With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, And sanctity of manners.
Страница 203 - Was not thy fury quite disarmed with wonder? Didst thou not shrink behind me from those eyes And whisper in my ear — Oh, tell her not That I accused her with my brother's death ? DOLA.
Страница 195 - They said they would not fight for Cleopatra. Why should they fight indeed, to make her conquer, And make you more a slave ? to gain you kingdoms, Which, for a kiss, at your next midnight feast, You'll sell to her ? Then she new-names her jewels, And calls this diamond such or such a tax ; Each pendant in her ear shall be a province.
Страница 347 - 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.
Страница 279 - Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold. And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart.