British Theatre, Comprising Tragedies, Comedies, Operas, and Farces, from the Most Classic Writers: Complete in One Volume, Volume 3Fleischer, 1828 - 908 pagina's |
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Pagina 2
... poor epitome of Roman greatness , And , cover'd with Numidian guards , directs A feeble army , and an empty senate , Remnants of mighty battles fought in vain . By heav'n , such virtues , join'd with such success , Distracts my very ...
... poor epitome of Roman greatness , And , cover'd with Numidian guards , directs A feeble army , and an empty senate , Remnants of mighty battles fought in vain . By heav'n , such virtues , join'd with such success , Distracts my very ...
Pagina 36
... poor with aught but thanks to pay such blessings ! Osman . Not so - I love , and would be lov'd again ; Let me confess it : I possess a soul , That what it wishes , wishes ardently . I should believe you hated , had you power To love ...
... poor with aught but thanks to pay such blessings ! Osman . Not so - I love , and would be lov'd again ; Let me confess it : I possess a soul , That what it wishes , wishes ardently . I should believe you hated , had you power To love ...
Pagina 39
... poor children , whom I now deplore , If ye are saints in heav'n , as sure ye are , Look with an eye of pity on that brother , That sister whom you left ! If I have yet Or son or daughter ; for in early chairs , Far from their lost and ...
... poor children , whom I now deplore , If ye are saints in heav'n , as sure ye are , Look with an eye of pity on that brother , That sister whom you left ! If I have yet Or son or daughter ; for in early chairs , Far from their lost and ...
Pagina 47
... poor lost sufferer to thy rage . Osman . Thy sister ! Lusignan her father ! heaven Would blush , should I forbear : now , Zara , now ! [ Drops the Dagger . I must not , cannot strike , the starting steel , Unwilling , flies my hand ...
... poor lost sufferer to thy rage . Osman . Thy sister ! Lusignan her father ! heaven Would blush , should I forbear : now , Zara , now ! [ Drops the Dagger . I must not , cannot strike , the starting steel , Unwilling , flies my hand ...
Pagina 57
... poor Norval . Lady R. Know'st thou these gems ? Nor . Durst I believe mine eyes , I'd say I knew them , and they were my father's . Lady R. Thy father's , say'st thou ? Ah , they were thy father's ! But did my sire surpass the rest of ...
... poor Norval . Lady R. Know'st thou these gems ? Nor . Durst I believe mine eyes , I'd say I knew them , and they were my father's . Lady R. Thy father's , say'st thou ? Ah , they were thy father's ! But did my sire surpass the rest of ...
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British Theatre Comprising Tragedies, Comedies, Operas, and Farces, from the ... Owen Williams Volledige weergave - 1831 |
British Theatre Comprising Tragedies, Comedies, Operas, and Farces, from the ... Owen Williams Volledige weergave - 1831 |
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Andromache art thou Belvidera better brother Capt captain Castalio Cato Ceph Cham Char Charles Colin dare daughter dear death DOCTOR DRUID dost thou Enter Eudocia Eumenes Exeunt Exit eyes Fain faith father fear fellow fool fortune gentleman give hand happy hear heart heaven honour hope husband Juba king Lady F ladyship leave live look Lord Lucy madam marriage marry mean Mirabell Mort never Oakly on't Osman pardon passion Pescara Polydore poor pr'ythee pray Pyrrhus Re-enter ruin Rusport Sackbut SCENE Serg servant Sfor Sir F Sir G sister soul speak Ster Stuke sure swear sword Syphax tears tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast thought twas twill villain virtue what's wife wish woman wretch young Zara Zounds
Populaire passages
Pagina 15 - But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Pagina 490 - ... with my back to the fire. I like to give them a hearty reception in the old style at my gate. I like to see their horses and trunks taken care of.
Pagina 359 - I hate a lover that can dare to think he draws a moment's air, independent on the bounty of his mistress. There is not so impudent a thing in nature, as the saucy look of an assured man, confident of success. The pedantic arrogance of a very husband has not so pragmatical an air. Ah! I'll never marry, unless I am first made sure of my will and pleasure.
Pagina 189 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face and you'll forget 'em all.
Pagina 15 - 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.
Pagina 489 - You must not be so talkative, Diggory. You must be all attention to the guests. You must hear us talk, and not think of talking...
Pagina 487 - Then come, put the jorum about, And let us be merry and clever, Our hearts and our liquors are stout, Here's the Three Jolly Pigeons for ever.
Pagina 488 - I have taken from the barn, are to make a shew at the side-table ; and you, Roger, whom I have advanced from the plough, are to place yourself behind my chair. But you're not to stand so, with your hands in your pockets. Take your hands from your pockets, Roger ; and from your head, you blockhead you.
Pagina 485 - I vow, Mr. Hardcastle, you're very particular. Is there a creature in the whole country, but ourselves, that does not take a trip to town now and then, to rub off the rust a little?
Pagina 116 - 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.