 | British drama - 1824 - 834 páginas
...neck, I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. Oil ! I shall drown thee with my sorrows. Pier. Burn, First burn and level Venice to thy ruin. What! starve,...never w'ant assistance, Whilst I have blood or fortune lit to serve thee : Command my heart, thou'rt every way its master. Jaf. No, there's a secret pride... | |
 | 1824 - 660 páginas
...starve, like beggars' brats, in frosty weather, Voder a hedge, and whine ourselves to death ! Thon or thy cause shall never want assistance, Whilst I have blood or fortune fit to serve thee : Command mv heart, thou'rt every way its master. Jaf. No, there's a secret pride in bravely dying. PIÍT. Rats... | |
 | Owen Williams - 1828 - 912 páginas
...bosom. Oh ! I shall drown thce with my sorrows. Pier. Burn, First, burn and level Venice to thy rnin. .In!. No, there's a secret pride in bravely dying. Pier. Rats die in holes and corners, dogs run mad... | |
 | British theatre - 1828 - 924 páginas
...I shall «frown thee with my sorrows. Pier. Burn, First, burn and level Venice to thy ruin. \Vhat! starve, like beggars' brats , in frosty weather, Under...thee: Command my heart, thou'rt every way its master. Jaf. No, there's a secret pride in bravely dying. Pier. Rats die in holes and corners, dog: run mad... | |
 | Owen Williams - 1828 - 926 páginas
...First, burn and level Venice to tliy ruin. What! starve, like beggars' brats , in frosti weather, l'nder a hedge, and whine ourselves to death Thou or thy...thee Command my heart, thou'rt every way its master Jaf. No, there's a secret pride ш bravely dying Pier. Rats die in holes and corners, dogs run mad... | |
 | Owen Williams - 1828 - 930 páginas
...neck, I play (he boy, and blubber in thy bosom. On ! 1 shall drown Üfte with _my sorrows. Pier. Burn, First, burn and level Venice to thy ruin. What! starve, like beggars' brats, in frosty weather, t'nder a hedge, and whine ourselves to death Thou or thy cause shall never want assistance. Whilst... | |
 | British theatre - 1830 - 928 páginas
...neck, I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. Ob ! I shall drown thee with my sorrows. Pier. Burn, First, burn and level Venice to thy ruin. What! starve,...thee: Command my heart, thou'rt every way its master. Jaf. No, there's a secret pride in bravely dying. Pier. Rats die in holes and corners, dogs run mad... | |
 | British theatre - 1831 - 922 páginas
...neck, I »lay the hoy, and blubber in thy bosom. Oh ! I shall drown tbee wilh my sorrows. Pier. Burn, First, burn and level Venice to thy ruin. What! starve,...have blood or fortune fit to serve thee: Command my hearl, thou'rt everyway its master. Jaf. No, there's я secret pride in bravely dying. Pier. Rats die... | |
 | Owen Williams - 1831 - 1106 páginas
...neck, I play the bov, and blubber in thy bosom. On ! I shall drown thee with my sorrows. Pier. Burn, First, burn and level Venice to thy ruin. What! starve,...weather, , Under a hedge, and whine ourselves to death! Tbou or thy cause shall never want assistance, Whilst I have blood or fortune fit to serve theeCommand... | |
 | 1833 - 828 páginas
...neck, I nlay 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,...; Command my heart, thou'rt every way its master. Jaf. No, there's a secret pride in bravely dying. .Pwr.'Kats die in holes and comers, dogs ran mad;... | |
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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... 
