The British Drama: pt. 1-2. TragediesWilliam Miller, printed by James Ballantyne, 1804 |
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... hear You were at difference now , which hastened him . Cal . Make room there ! [ Hautboys play within . Enter KING , EVADNE , ASPATIA , lords , and ladies . King . Melantius , thou art welcome , and my love Is with thee still : But this ...
... hear You were at difference now , which hastened him . Cal . Make room there ! [ Hautboys play within . Enter KING , EVADNE , ASPATIA , lords , and ladies . King . Melantius , thou art welcome , and my love Is with thee still : But this ...
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... hear me . Amin . To whom have you sworn this ? Etad . If I should name him , the matter were not great . This cannot be Thy natural temper . Shall I call thy maids ? Either thy healthful sleep hath left thee long , Or else some fever ...
... hear me . Amin . To whom have you sworn this ? Etad . If I should name him , the matter were not great . This cannot be Thy natural temper . Shall I call thy maids ? Either thy healthful sleep hath left thee long , Or else some fever ...
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... Hear thy friend , that bears more years than thou . Amin . I will not hear ! but draw , or I- Mel . Amintor ! Amin . Draw then ; for I am full as resolute As fame and honour can enforce me be ! I cannot linger . Draw ! Mel . I do . But ...
... Hear thy friend , that bears more years than thou . Amin . I will not hear ! but draw , or I- Mel . Amintor ! Amin . Draw then ; for I am full as resolute As fame and honour can enforce me be ! I cannot linger . Draw ! Mel . I do . But ...
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... hear me gently . It was the king . Mel . No more . My worthy father's and my services Are liberally rewarded . King , I thank thee ! For all my dangers and my wounds , thou hast paid me In my own metal : These are soldiers ' thanks ...
... hear me gently . It was the king . Mel . No more . My worthy father's and my services Are liberally rewarded . King , I thank thee ! For all my dangers and my wounds , thou hast paid me In my own metal : These are soldiers ' thanks ...
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... hear . Cle . Can you guess the cause ? Dion . Sir , it is plain , about the Spanish prince , that's come to marry our kingdom's heir , and be our sovereign . Thra . Many , that will seem to know much , say , she looks not on him like a ...
... hear . Cle . Can you guess the cause ? Dion . Sir , it is plain , about the Spanish prince , that's come to marry our kingdom's heir , and be our sovereign . Thra . Many , that will seem to know much , say , she looks not on him like a ...
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 248 - Redeemed her life with half the loss of mine; Like a rich conquest in one hand I bore her, And with the other...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.