British Theatre: Alzira, by Aaron Hill [adapted from Voltaire] 1791. The Grecian daughter, by Arthur Murphy. 1792. Isabella; or, The fatal marriage, altered from Southern [by D. Garrick] 1792. The fair penitent, by N. Rowe. 1791J. Bell, 1791 |
Términos y frases comunes
Altamont Alvarez Alzira arms Art thou bear behold Biron bless bless'd blood brave breast CALIPPUS Calista Carlos charms cou'd crimes cruel curse dare dear death despair Dion Dionysius Enter Euph Euphrasia ev'n ev'ry Evan Evander Exeunt Exit eyes Ezmont FAIR PENITENT fate father fear forgive gen'rous give gods hand happy hear heart Heav'n honour hope Horatio horror husband Isabella Lavinia live look lost Loth Lothario lov'd marriage Melan Melanthon misfortunes murder never NICHOLAS ROWE night Nurse o'er peace Peru Phil Philotas Phocion pity pow'r rage revenge ruin Samp Sampson SCENE Sciolto shame sleep sorrow soul speak sword tears tell thee there's thou art thou hast thought thro Timoleon Twas tyrant vengeance Villeroy virtue weep woes wou'd wretch wrong'd wrongs Zamor
Pasajes populares
Página 17 - Through every state of life the slaves of man ! In all the dear delightful days of youth A rigid father dictates to 'our wills, And deals out pleasure with a scanty hand. To his, the tyrant husband's reign succeeds ; Proud with opinion of superior reason, He holds domestic business and devotion All we are capable to know, and shuts us, Like cloistered ideots, from the world's acquaintance, And all the joys of freedom.
Página ii - Be dumb for ever, silent as the grave ; Nor let thy fond, officious love disturb ^ My solemn sadness with the sound of joy.
Página 62 - As if misfortune made the throne her seat, And none could be unhappy but the great.
Página 21 - That fills his easy ears with monstrous tales, And makes him toss, and rave, and wreak at length Bloody revenge on his defenceless wife, Who guiltless dies, because her fool ran mad ? Hor. Alas ! this rage is vain; for if your fame...
Página 52 - If they are all debas'd, and willing slaves, The young but breathing to grow grey in bondage, And the old sinking to ignoble graves, Of such a race no matter who is king ! And yet I will not think it ; no — my people Are brave and gen'rous ; I will trust their valour.
Página 39 - My friends, you will forgive me, when I own, I must prefer her peace to all the world ? Come, Isabella, let us lead the way : Within we'll speak our welcome to our friends, And crown the happy festival with joy. [Exeunt.
Página 35 - To be a wretched Wanton for thy Leisure, To toy, and waste an Hour of idle Time with?
Página 69 - With expectation of the comina; joy. Thou hast in camps and fighting fields been bred, Unknowing in the subtleties of women : The virgin bride, who swoons with deadly fear, To see the end of all her wishes near, When blushing, from the light and public eyes, To the kind covert of the night she flies, With equal fires to meet the bridegroom moves, Melts in his arms, and with a loose she loves.
Página 48 - I must fall, death's welcome in these arms. Bir. Live ever in these arms. Isa. But pardon me, Excuse the wild disorder of my soul : The joy, the strange surprising joy of seeing you, Of seeing you again, distracted me • Bir. Thou everlasting goodness ! Isa, Answer me: What hand of Providence has brought you back To your own home again ? O, satisfy Th' impatience of my heart : I long to know The story of your sufferings.
Página 10 - Vil. What can I say ! The arguments that make against my hopes Prevail upon my heart, and fix me more ; Those pious tears, you hourly throw away Upon the grave, have all their quick'ning charms, And more engage my love, to make you mine : When yet a virgin, free, and undispos'd, I lov'd, but saw you only with mine eyes ; I could not reach the beauties of your soul : I...