Thomas OtwayUnwin, 1888 - 392 pages |
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Acast Aquil arms art thou Beau Beaugard Belv Belvidera blessing blest Bloody-B brother Cast Castalio Cham Chamont Cour Courtine cuckold cursed damned dare dear devil Don Car Don CARLOS Don John Dryden e'er Eboli Enter Exeunt Exit eyes false fate father fear fellow fool fortune FOURBIN gone happy hear heart Heaven honour hope is't Jaff Jaffier King lady live look lord madam Methinks Monimia murder Nacky ne'er never night on't Otway Otway's passion Pier Pierre pity play Polydore poor Posa pr'ythee Priu Queen Re-enter revenge rogue ruin Ruy-Gom RUY-GOMEZ SCENE Senate Sir Dav Sir Fol Sir Jolly soul speak sure swear Sylv tell thee there's thing THOMAS OTWAY thou art thou'rt thought twas Venice Preserved villain virtue W. C. WARD what's Whilst whores wife wilt woman wouldst wretched wronged
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Page iv - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Page 154 - Calm arbours, lusty health and innocence, Enjoy their portion ; if they see a man, How will they turn together all, and gaze Upon the monster Once in a season too they taste of love : Only the beast of reason is its slave : And in that folly drudges all the year, Enter ACASTO.
Page 296 - T is to me you owe her : Childless you had been else, and in the grave Your name extinct, — no more Priuli heard of. You may remember, scarce five years are past, Since, in your brigantine, you sailed to see The Adriatic wedded by our Duke ; And I was with you.
Page 353 - Sir, if possible, Lead me where my own thoughts themselves may lose me, Where I may doze out what I've left of life, Forget myself and this day's guilt and falsehood. Cruel remembrance, how shall I appease thee ! [Exit guarded. Noise without : More traitors ; room, room, make room there. Duke. How's this ? guards ! Where are our guards ? shut up the gates, the treason's Already at our doors.
Page 350 - Venice, honour, or its safety ? Priu. Could words express the story I have to tell you, Fathers, these tears were useless, these sad tears That fall from my old eyes ; but there is cause We all should weep ; tear off these purple robes, And wrap ourselves in sackcloth, sitting down On the sad earth, and cry aloud to Heaven.
Page 302 - I think no safety can be here for virtue, And grieve, my friend, as much as thou to live In such a wretched state as this of Venice; Where all agree to spoil the public good, And villains fatten with the brave man's labours.
Page 298 - Home and be humble, study to retrench; Discharge the lazy Vermin of thy hall, Those pageants of thy folly, Reduce the glittering trappings of thy wife To humble weeds, fit for thy little state; Then to some suburb cottage both retire; Drudge, to feed loathsome life: get brats, and starve • Home, home, I say.
Page 306 - Oh woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you...
Page 346 - Rather, remember him, who, after all The sacred bonds of oaths, and holier friendship, In fond compassion to a woman's tears, Forgot his manhood, virtue, truth, and honour, To sacrifice the bosom that reliev'd him.
Page 360 - I'm the wretched'st creature E'er crawled on earth; now if thou hast virtue, help me, Take me into thy arms, and speak the words of peace To my divided soul, that wars within me, And raises every sense to my confusion; By Heaven, I'm tottering on the very brink Of peace; and thou art all the hold I've left.