 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 382 páginas
...neck, I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. Oh, I shall drown thee with my sorrows. Pierre. Burn, First, burn and level Venice to thy ruin. What ! starve,...Under a hedge, and whine ourselves to death ! Thou, or ihy cause, shall never want assistance, Whilst I have blood or fortune fit to serve thee : Command... | |
 | 1811 - 718 páginas
...neck, I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. Oh ! I shall drown thee with my sorrowt. Pier. Burn, of their decrees; My burthen lies within me. Servile...prated; yet he talked it weeping: Let craft with cour ! thou art every way its master. Juf. No, there's a secret pride in bravely dying. Pier. Rats die in... | |
 | British drama - 1811 - 712 páginas
...! I shall drown thee with my sorrows. Pier. Burn, First burn and level Venice to thy ruin ! What I starve, like beggars' brats, in frosty weather, Under...blood or fortune fit to serve thee : Command my heart ! thou art every way its master. Juf. No, there's a secret pride in bravely dying. Pier. Rats die in... | |
 | DR. JOHNSON - 1812 - 480 páginas
...-with my sorrows ! Pierre. Burn! First burn, and level Venice to thy ruin. What, starve like beggar's brats in frosty weather, Under a hedge, and whine...; Command my heart; thou'rt every way its master. Jaf. No, there's a secret pride in bravely dying. Pierre. Rats die in holes and corners, dogs run mad... | |
 | Thomas Otway, Thomas Thornton - 1813 - 366 páginas
...\I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. J Oh! I shall drown thee with my sorrows I | Pier. Burn! First burn, and level Venice to thy ruin. What, starve...fortune fit .to serve thee! Command my heart: thou'rt ev'ry way it's master. Pier. Rats die in holes and corners, dogs run mad; Man knows a braver remedy... | |
 | Thomas Otway, Thomas Thornton - 1813 - 358 páginas
...neck, I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. <i)h ! I shall drown thee with my sorrows ! Pier. Burn! First burn, and level Venice to thy ruin. What, starve...fortune fit to serve thee ! Command my heart : thou'rt ev'ry way it's master. Jaff. No ; there's a secret pride in bravely dying. Pier. Rats die in holes... | |
 | Thomas Otway - 1813 - 362 páginas
...neck, I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. Oh ! I shall drown thee with my sorrows ! Pier. Burn! First burn, and level Venice to thy ruin. What, starve...never want assistance, Whilst I have blood or fortune tit to serve thee ! Command my heart : thou'rt ev'ry way it's master. Jaff. No ; there's a secret pride... | |
 | Thomas Otway, Thomas Thornton - 1813 - 362 páginas
...neck, I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. Oh! I shall drown thee with my sorrows ! i Pier. Burn! First burn, and level Venice to thy ruin. What, starve...or thy cause, shall never want assistance, Whilst I'have blood or fortune fit to serve thee! Command my heart: thou'rt ev'ry way it's master. Pier. Rats... | |
 | Thomas Dibdin - 1815 - 474 páginas
...neok. I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. Oli ! I shall drown thee with my sorrows. Pier. Burn, First, burn and level Venice to thy ruin. What! starve,...have blood or fortune fit to serve thee : Command my beart, thou'rt every way its master. J"f. No, there's a secret pride in bravely dying. Pier. Rats die... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 458 páginas
...neck, I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. On, I shall drown thee with my sorrows. Pierre. Burn, First, burn and level Venice to thy ruin. What ! starve,...Jaff". No ; there's a secret pride in bravely dying. Pierre. Rats die in holes and corners, dogs run mad ; Man knows a braver remedy for sorrow ; Revenge,... | |
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Burn ! First burn, and level Venice to thy ruin. What ! starve like beggars' brats in frosty weather, Under a hedge, and whine ourselves to death ! Thou, or thy cause, shall never want assistance, Whilst I have blood or fortune fit to serve thee; Command... 
