Bell's British Theatre, Volume 15John Bell J. Bell, 1797 |
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... in bravely dying . Pier . Rats die in holes and corners , dogs run mad ; Man knows a braver remedy for sorrow : Revenge , the attribute of gods ; they stamp'd it , C With their great image , on our natures . Die Aa I. 25 VENICE PRESERVED .
... in bravely dying . Pier . Rats die in holes and corners , dogs run mad ; Man knows a braver remedy for sorrow : Revenge , the attribute of gods ; they stamp'd it , C With their great image , on our natures . Die Aa I. 25 VENICE PRESERVED .
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... thee , Than did thy mother , when she hugg'd thee first , And bless'd the gods for all her travail past . Jaf . Can there in woman be such glorious faith Cij дa I. 27 VENICE PRESERVED . Aspiring thoughts, and elegant desires, ...
... thee , Than did thy mother , when she hugg'd thee first , And bless'd the gods for all her travail past . Jaf . Can there in woman be such glorious faith Cij дa I. 27 VENICE PRESERVED . Aspiring thoughts, and elegant desires, ...
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... God , and watch thee till the morning . Jaf . Hear this , you Heav'ns ! and wonder how you made her : Reign , reign , ye monarchs that divide the world , Busy rebellion ne'er will let you know Tranquillity and happiness like mine ! Like ...
... God , and watch thee till the morning . Jaf . Hear this , you Heav'ns ! and wonder how you made her : Reign , reign , ye monarchs that divide the world , Busy rebellion ne'er will let you know Tranquillity and happiness like mine ! Like ...
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... gods , And men like gods , are privy to , then swear No cnance or change shall wrest it from thy bosom . Jaf . When thou would'st bind me , is there need of oaths ? " Green - sickness girls lose maidenheads with such counters . " For ...
... gods , And men like gods , are privy to , then swear No cnance or change shall wrest it from thy bosom . Jaf . When thou would'st bind me , is there need of oaths ? " Green - sickness girls lose maidenheads with such counters . " For ...
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... god - like goodness , Not half thus courted : ' Tis thy nation's glory To hug the foe that offers brave alliance . One more embrace , my friends - we'll all embrace . United thus , we are the mighty engine Must twist this rooted empire ...
... god - like goodness , Not half thus courted : ' Tis thy nation's glory To hug the foe that offers brave alliance . One more embrace , my friends - we'll all embrace . United thus , we are the mighty engine Must twist this rooted empire ...
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Page 111 - Pour down your blessings on this beauteous head, Where everlasting sweets are always springing, With a continual giving hand: let peace, Honour, and safety, always hover round her: Feed her with plenty, let her eyes ne'er see A sight of sorrow, nor her heart know mourning: Crown all her days with joy, her nights with rest, Harmless as her own thoughts; and prop her virtue, To bear the loss of one that too much lov'd, And comfort her with patience in our parting.
Page 76 - Last night, my love! JAFF. Name, name it not again. It shows a beastly image to my fancy Will wake me into madness. Oh, the villain! That durst approach such purity as thine On terms so vile! Destruction, swift destruction Fall on my coward head, and make my name The common scorn of fools if I forgive him!
Page 122 - Lead me into some place that's fit for mourning; Where the free air, light, and the cheerful sun May never enter. Hang it round with black; ;Set up one taper that may last a day — As long as I've to live; and there all leave me, Sparing no tears when you this tale relate, But bid all cruel fathers dread my fate.
Page 25 - The bitterness her tender spirit tastes of, I own myself a coward: bear my weakness, If throwing thus my arms about thy neck, I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. Oh! I shall drown thee with my sorrows! Pierr. Burn ! First burn, and level Venice to thy ruin. What! starve like beggars' brats in frosty weather, Under a hedge, and whine ourselves to death!
Page 47 - To you, Sirs, and your honours, I bequeath her, And with her this. When I prove unworthy — (gives a dagger) You know the rest — then strike it to her heart; And tell her, he who three whole happy years Lay in her arms, and each kind night repeated The passionate vows of still increasing love, Sent that reward for all her truth and sufferings.
Page 114 - Oh, there's all quiet, here all rage and fury: The air's too thin, and pierces my weak brain: I long for thick substantial sleep: hell, hell. Burst from the centre, rage and roar aloud, If thou art half so hot, so mad as I am.
Page 88 - I have not wrong'd thee, by these tears I have not. But still am honest, true, and hope too, valiant: My mind still full of thee, therefore still noble; Let not thy eyes then shun me, nor thy heart Detest me utterly; oh, look upon me, Look back and see my sad sincere submission ! How my heart swells, as even 'twould burst my bosom; Fond of its gaol, and labouring to be at thee ! What shall I do ? what say to make thee hear me ? Pierr.
Page 17 - You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole her, At dead of night ! that cursed hour you chose To rifle me of all my heart held dear.
Page 16 - I receiv'd you, Courted, and sought to raise you to your merits: My house, my table, nay, my fortune, too, My very self, was yours; you might have us'd me To your best service.
Page 24 - Priuli's cruel hand had sign'd it. Here stood a ruffian with a horrid face, Lording it o'er a pile of massy plate, Tumbled into a heap for public sale. There was another making villainous jests At thy undoing.