Cato: A Tragedy. As it is Acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane, by His Majesty's ServantsJ. Tonson: and sold, 1733 - 83 страници |
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... With fudden Gufts , and finks as foon in Calms , The Sport of Paffions : ---- But Sempronius comes : He must not find this Softness hanging on me . [ Exit . SCENE SCENE II . Enter Sempronius . Semp . Confpiracies no 2.2 CATO .
... With fudden Gufts , and finks as foon in Calms , The Sport of Paffions : ---- But Sempronius comes : He must not find this Softness hanging on me . [ Exit . SCENE SCENE II . Enter Sempronius . Semp . Confpiracies no 2.2 CATO .
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... Semp . Confpiracies no fooner fhou'd be form'd Than executed . What means Portius here ? I like not that cold Youth . I must diffemble , And speak a Language foreign to my Heart . Sempronius , Portius . Good Morrow , Portius ! let us ...
... Semp . Confpiracies no fooner fhou'd be form'd Than executed . What means Portius here ? I like not that cold Youth . I must diffemble , And speak a Language foreign to my Heart . Sempronius , Portius . Good Morrow , Portius ! let us ...
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... Semp . Believe me , Syphax , there's no time to waste į Ev'n whilft we speak our Conqueror comes on , And gathers ground upon us ev'ry Moment . Alas ! thou know'ft not Cafar's active Soul , With what a dreadful Courfe he rushes on From ...
... Semp . Believe me , Syphax , there's no time to waste į Ev'n whilft we speak our Conqueror comes on , And gathers ground upon us ev'ry Moment . Alas ! thou know'ft not Cafar's active Soul , With what a dreadful Courfe he rushes on From ...
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... Semp . Let me alone , good Syphax , I'll conceal My Thoughts in Paffion ( ' tis the furest way ; ) I'll bellow out for Rome and for my Country , And mouth at Cafar ' till I shake the Senate . Your cold Hypocrify's a stale Device , A ...
... Semp . Let me alone , good Syphax , I'll conceal My Thoughts in Paffion ( ' tis the furest way ; ) I'll bellow out for Rome and for my Country , And mouth at Cafar ' till I shake the Senate . Your cold Hypocrify's a stale Device , A ...
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... Semp . My Voice is ftill for War . Gods , can a Roman Senate long debate Which of the two to choose , Slav'ry or Death ! No , let us rife at once , gird on our Swords , And at the Head of our remaining Troops , Attack the Foe , break ...
... Semp . My Voice is ftill for War . Gods , can a Roman Senate long debate Which of the two to choose , Slav'ry or Death ! No , let us rife at once , gird on our Swords , And at the Head of our remaining Troops , Attack the Foe , break ...
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Afide Arms behold Blood Breaft Cafar Cato Cato's Caufe Cauſe Charms Compaffion confefs cou'd Curfe Death Decius doft thou dreadful Ev'n ev'ry Exit Eyes fafe fall'n Fame Fate Fear fecret fhall fhew fhines fhou'd firft fome Friends Friendſhip frike ftand ftill fuch fuffer fure fwell gen'rous give Gods Greatneſs Grief Grone hear Heart Heav'n Honour Juba's juft laft laſt Liberty live loft Love Lucia Lucius Maid Mankind Marc Marcia Marcus muft muſt Number Numidian o'er Paffion pleaſe Pleaſure Portius Praife Prefence preferve Prince raiſe Reaſon Reft rife Roman Roman Senate Rome SCENE SCENE Semp Sempronius Senate ſhall Sorrows Souls College ſpeak ſtill Succefs Sword Syph Syphax Tears thee theſe Thirſt thofe thoſe Thoughts thouſand thy Brother thy Father thy felf thy Soul tremble Utica Virtue Vows whilft Woes World wou'd wou'dft thou Youth
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Страница 77 - I'm weary of conjectures :—this must end them. [Laying his hand on his sword.] Thus am I doubly armed : my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me. This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me I shall never die.
Страница 63 - Remember, O my friends, the laws, the rights, The generous plan of power deliver'd down, From age to age, by your renown'd forefathers, (So dearly bought, the price of so much blood) O let it never perish in your hands ! But piously transmit it to your children.
Страница 39 - 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 day's liberty; And let me perish, but in Cato's judgment, A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Страница 41 - Your high, unconquer?d heart makes you forget You are a man. You rush on your destruction. But I have done. When I relate hereafter The tale of this unhappy embassy, All Rome will be in tears.
Страница 41 - Cato, you're in Utica, And at the head of your own little senate; You don't now thunder in the Capitol, With all the mouths of Rome to second you. CATO. Let him consider that who drives us hither: 'Tis Caesar's sword has made Rome's senate little, And thinn'd its ranks. Alas, thy dazzled eye Beholds this man in a false glaring light, Which conquest and success...
Страница 29 - What virtues grow from ignorance and choice, Nor how the hero differs from the brute. But grant that others could with equal glory Look down on pleasures, and the baits of sense...
Страница 62 - Severity, and justice in its rigour; This awes an impious, bold, offending world, Commands obedience and gives force to laws. When by just vengeance guilty mortals perish, The gods behold their punishment with pleasure.
Страница 22 - Pardon a weak, distemper'd soul, that swells With sudden gusts, and sinks as soon in calms, The sport of passions — but Sempronius comes: He must not find this softness hanging on me.
Страница 67 - Rush in at once, and seize upon your prey. Let not her cries or tears have force to move you. How will the young Numidian rave, to see His mistress lost! If aught could glad my soul, Beyond th' enjoyment of so bright a prize, 'Twould be to torture that young gay barbarian.
Страница 56 - Oh stop those sounds, Those killing sounds ! why dost thou frown upon me ? My blood runs cold, my heart forgets to heave, And life itself goes out at thy displeasure. The...