The British Drama: pt. 1-2. TragediesWilliam Miller, printed by James Ballantyne, 1804 |
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... pity thee . [ Exit Evad . Omnes . Madam , good night . 1 Lady . Come , we'll let in the bridegroom . Dula . Where's my lord ? Enter AMINTOR . 1 Lady . Here , take this light . Asp . Go , and be happy in your lady's 0 BEAUMONT & BRITISH ...
... pity thee . [ Exit Evad . Omnes . Madam , good night . 1 Lady . Come , we'll let in the bridegroom . Dula . Where's my lord ? Enter AMINTOR . 1 Lady . Here , take this light . Asp . Go , and be happy in your lady's 0 BEAUMONT & BRITISH ...
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... pity . Thus I wind myself Into this willow garland , and am prouder , That I was once your love , though now refused , Than to have had another true to me . So with my prayers I leave you , and must try Some yet unpractised way to ...
... pity . Thus I wind myself Into this willow garland , and am prouder , That I was once your love , though now refused , Than to have had another true to me . So with my prayers I leave you , and must try Some yet unpractised way to ...
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... pity , though thy love be none , Kill me ; and all true lovers , that shall live In after ages , crossed in their desires , Shall bless thy memory , and call thee good ; Because such mercy in thy heart was found , To rid a lingering ...
... pity , though thy love be none , Kill me ; and all true lovers , that shall live In after ages , crossed in their desires , Shall bless thy memory , and call thee good ; Because such mercy in thy heart was found , To rid a lingering ...
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... pity shew me how I wandered ? There is not in the compass of the light A more unhappy creature : Sure , I am monstrous ! For I have done those follies , those mad mischiefs , Would dare a woman . Oh , my loaden soul , Be not so cruel to ...
... pity shew me how I wandered ? There is not in the compass of the light A more unhappy creature : Sure , I am monstrous ! For I have done those follies , those mad mischiefs , Would dare a woman . Oh , my loaden soul , Be not so cruel to ...
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... pity . King . Yet , I wonder much At the strange desperation of these men , That dare attempt such acts here in our state : He could not ' scape , that did it . Mel . Were he known , Impossible . King . It would be known , Melantius ...
... pity . King . Yet , I wonder much At the strange desperation of these men , That dare attempt such acts here in our state : He could not ' scape , that did it . Mel . Were he known , Impossible . King . It would be known , Melantius ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 248 - Redeemed her life with half the loss of mine; Like a rich conquest in one hand I bore her, And with the other...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.