The works of Thomas Otway, with notes and a life of the author by T. Thornton, Volym 3

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Sida 27 - Upon himself; horror and doubt distract His troubled thoughts, and from the bottom stir The Hell within him; for within him Hell He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell One step, no more than from himself, can fly By change of place...
Sida 16 - Indeed, my lord, I dare not. My heart, that awes me, is too much my master : Three years are past since first our vows were plighted, During which time the world must bear me witness, I've treated Belvidera like your daughter...
Sida 34 - No, Pierre, the deed's near birth: fate seems to have set The business up, and given it to our care; I hope there's not a heart nor hand amongst us But is firm and ready.
Sida 67 - Burdensome to itself, a few years longer, To lose, it may be, at last in a lewd quarrel For some new friend, treacherous and false as thou art! No, this vile world and I have long been jangling, And cannot part on better terms than now, When only men like thee are fit to live in't.
Sida 84 - Then hear me, bounteous heaven ; Pour down your blessings on this beauteous head, Where everlasting sweets are always springing : . With a continual giving hand, let peace, Honour, and safety, always hover round her ; Feed her with plenty, let her eyes ne'er see A sight of sorrow, nor her heart know mourning : Crown all her days with joy...
Sida 43 - Heavens, madam ! What's the matter ? [He howls at the door like a dog. Aquil. Call my footmen hither presently. Enter two Footmen. Maid. They are here already, madam, the house is all alarmed with a strange noise, that nobody knows what to make of.
Sida 35 - I'm amongst you, and by Heaven it glads me, To see so many virtues thus united, To restore justice and dethrone oppression. Command this sword, if you would have it quiet, Into this breast; but if you think it worthy To cut the throats of reverend rogues in robes, Send me into the cursed assembled Senate; It shrinks not, though I meet a father there; Would you behold this city flaming ? Here's A hand shall bear a lighted torch at noon To the Arsenal, and set its gates on fire.
Sida 47 - No, do not swear : I would not violate Thy tender nature with so rude a bond : But as thou hop'st to see me live my days, And love thee long, lock this within thy breast ; I've bound myself by all the strictest sacraments, Divine and human Bel. Speak ! Jaf. To kill thy father Bel. My father!
Sida 23 - Oh woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you ! Angels are painted fair to look like you : There's in you all, that we believe of" heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Sida 24 - I'll make this arm a pillow for thy head; And as thou sighing liest, and swelled with sorrow, Creep to thy bosom, pour the balm of love Into thy soul, and kiss thee to thy rest; Then praise our God, and watch thee till the morning.

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