The British Drama: pt. 1-2. TragediesWilliam Miller, printed by James Ballantyne, 1804 |
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Sida 1
... bless the bride and bridegroom , in person of some god . They are tied to rules of flattery . Cle . See , good my lord , who is returned ! Enter MELANTIUS . Lys . Noble Melantius ! the land , by me , Welcomes thy virtues home to Rhodes ...
... bless the bride and bridegroom , in person of some god . They are tied to rules of flattery . Cle . See , good my lord , who is returned ! Enter MELANTIUS . Lys . Noble Melantius ! the land , by me , Welcomes thy virtues home to Rhodes ...
Sida 8
... bless them . Touch the heart Of her , that thou hast sent me , or the world Shall know : There's not an altar , that will smoke In praise of thee ; we will adopt us sons ; Then virtue shall inherit , and not blood . I do rage in vain ...
... bless them . Touch the heart Of her , that thou hast sent me , or the world Shall know : There's not an altar , that will smoke In praise of thee ; we will adopt us sons ; Then virtue shall inherit , and not blood . I do rage in vain ...
Sida 9
... bless thy memory , and call thee good ; Because such mercy in thy heart was found , To rid a lingering wretch . Evad . I must have one To fill thy room again , if thou wert dead ; Else , by this night , I would : I pity thee . Thou hast ...
... bless thy memory , and call thee good ; Because such mercy in thy heart was found , To rid a lingering wretch . Evad . I must have one To fill thy room again , if thou wert dead ; Else , by this night , I would : I pity thee . Thou hast ...
Sida 20
... bless me ! I should I , my liege ? King . I do not think thou would'st ; but yet thou might'st ; For thou hast in thy hands the means to escape , By keeping of the fort . He has , Melantius , And he has kept it well . Mel . From cobwebs ...
... bless me ! I should I , my liege ? King . I do not think thou would'st ; but yet thou might'st ; For thou hast in thy hands the means to escape , By keeping of the fort . He has , Melantius , And he has kept it well . Mel . From cobwebs ...
Sida 23
... bless you for it ! ) With your temptations on temptations , Made me give up mine honour ; for which , king , I'm ... blessed fires , that shot to see our sin , If thy hot soul had substance with thy blood , I would kill that too ; which ...
... bless you for it ! ) With your temptations on temptations , Made me give up mine honour ; for which , king , I'm ... blessed fires , that shot to see our sin , If thy hot soul had substance with thy blood , I would kill that too ; which ...
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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
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Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 248 - Redeemed her life with half the loss of mine; Like a rich conquest in one hand I bore her, And with the other...
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.