The British Drama: pt. 1-2. TragediesWilliam Miller, printed by James Ballantyne, 1804 |
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... honour to the moon . Fly , like a full sail . Fol . I am gone . Cinth . Dark Night , Strike a full silence ; do a thorough right To this great chorus ; that our music may Touch high as heaven , and make the east break day At mid - night ...
... honour to the moon . Fly , like a full sail . Fol . I am gone . Cinth . Dark Night , Strike a full silence ; do a thorough right To this great chorus ; that our music may Touch high as heaven , and make the east break day At mid - night ...
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... honour can enforce me be ! I cannot linger . Draw ! Mel . I do . But is not My share of credit equal with thine , If I do stir ? Amin . No ; for it will be called Honour in thee to spill thy sister's blood , If she her birth abuse ; and ...
... honour can enforce me be ! I cannot linger . Draw ! Mel . I do . But is not My share of credit equal with thine , If I do stir ? Amin . No ; for it will be called Honour in thee to spill thy sister's blood , If she her birth abuse ; and ...
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... honour I speak truth . Cal . Honour ? where is it ? Mel . See , what starts you make into your hatred , to my love and freedom to you . I come with resolution to obtain a suit of you . Cal . A suit of me ! ' Tis very like it should be ...
... honour I speak truth . Cal . Honour ? where is it ? Mel . See , what starts you make into your hatred , to my love and freedom to you . I come with resolution to obtain a suit of you . Cal . A suit of me ! ' Tis very like it should be ...
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... honour , poisoned thy virtue , And , of a lovely rose , left thee a canker ? Evad . Let me consider . Mel . Do , whose child thou wert , Whose honour thou hast murdered , whose grave opened , And so pulled on the gods , that in their ...
... honour , poisoned thy virtue , And , of a lovely rose , left thee a canker ? Evad . Let me consider . Mel . Do , whose child thou wert , Whose honour thou hast murdered , whose grave opened , And so pulled on the gods , that in their ...
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... honour falls no farther : I am well then . Evad . All the dear joys here , and , above , hereafter , Crown thy fair soul ! Thus I take leave , my lord ; And never shall you see the foul Evadne , Till she have tried all honoured means ...
... honour falls no farther : I am well then . Evad . All the dear joys here , and , above , hereafter , Crown thy fair soul ! Thus I take leave , my lord ; And never shall you see the foul Evadne , Till she have tried all honoured means ...
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.