The Works of John Marston: The Dutch courtezan. The fawn. The wonder of women, or, The tragedy of Sophonisba. What you willJ.C. Nimmo, 1887 |
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... Scipio , who is advancing against Carthage . On Sophonisba's marriage - night news is brought that the Carthaginian forces stationed at Utica have been defeated by the united armies of Scipio and Syphax . Massinissa is ordered by the ...
... Scipio , who is advancing against Carthage . On Sophonisba's marriage - night news is brought that the Carthaginian forces stationed at Utica have been defeated by the united armies of Scipio and Syphax . Massinissa is ordered by the ...
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... Scipio and Massinissa are advancing against Cirta . He marches out to meet them ; the troops on either side withdraw , while Syphax and Massinissa engage in single combat ; Massinissa vanquishes his opponent , but spares his life on ...
... Scipio and Massinissa are advancing against Cirta . He marches out to meet them ; the troops on either side withdraw , while Syphax and Massinissa engage in single combat ; Massinissa vanquishes his opponent , but spares his life on ...
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... Scipio- 20 Sy . Some light in depth of hell . Vangue , what hope ? Van . I have received assured intelligence , That Scipio , Rome's sole hope , hath raised up men , Drawn troops together for invasion- Sy . Of this same Carthage ? Van ...
... Scipio- 20 Sy . Some light in depth of hell . Vangue , what hope ? Van . I have received assured intelligence , That Scipio , Rome's sole hope , hath raised up men , Drawn troops together for invasion- Sy . Of this same Carthage ? Van ...
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... Scipio . - Vangue , Dear Ethiopian negro , go wing a vessel , And fly to Scipio : say his confederate , Vow'd and confirm'd , is Syphax : bid him haste To mix our palms and arms ; will him make up , Whilst we are in the strength of ...
... Scipio . - Vangue , Dear Ethiopian negro , go wing a vessel , And fly to Scipio : say his confederate , Vow'd and confirm'd , is Syphax : bid him haste To mix our palms and arms ; will him make up , Whilst we are in the strength of ...
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... Scipio Asd . Scipio ! Car . Scipio , advanced like the god of blood , Leads up grim war , that father of foul wounds , Whose sinewy feet are steep'd in gore , whose hideous voice Makes turrets tremble and whole cities shake ; Before ...
... Scipio Asd . Scipio ! Car . Scipio , advanced like the god of blood , Leads up grim war , that father of foul wounds , Whose sinewy feet are steep'd in gore , whose hideous voice Makes turrets tremble and whole cities shake ; Before ...
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Albano Asdrubal BIDET blood breast breath Carthage Celia Cirta Cocledemoy Cornets creature cuckold dear DONDOLO dost doth Duke DULCIMEL Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father Faunus Fawn fear fool fortune FRANCESCHINA Free Freevill gallants Gelosso give gods grace Granuffo Hark hate hath heart Heaven Herc Herod honest honour hope husband i'faith Is't Jaco Jacomo Jove JUGURTH kiss knave lady Lampatho Laverdure live lord Malheureux marry Mass Massinissa Master Mistress Mul Mulligrub night NYMPHADORO Old eds passion pity prince prithee protest Quadratus sall SCENE Scipio shame ship of fools signior Simplicius Sir Amor Sir Lio Sophonisba soul speak sweet Syphax thee there's thou art Tiberio troth twill Tyse Urbin virtue whilst wife wise woman Zanthia
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