THE WORKS OF THOMAS OTWAY, CONSISTING OF HIS PLAYS, POEMS AND LETTERS WITH A SKETCH OF HIS LIFE, IN TWO VOLUMES - VOL.II (YEAR 1812)1812 |
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... wrong , true or false , if it be for our use , it must be confessed . Therefore , I say , and say again , I do not absolve thee ; thou art in the state of perdition still tell me her name , or for thy drunkenness and burning of houses ...
... wrong , true or false , if it be for our use , it must be confessed . Therefore , I say , and say again , I do not absolve thee ; thou art in the state of perdition still tell me her name , or for thy drunkenness and burning of houses ...
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... wrong not mine . Pol . Heaven blast me if I do . Cas . If't prove thy fortune , Polydore , to con- quer , ( For thou hast all the arts of soft persuasion Trust me , and let me know thy love's success , That I may ever after stifle mine ...
... wrong not mine . Pol . Heaven blast me if I do . Cas . If't prove thy fortune , Polydore , to con- quer , ( For thou hast all the arts of soft persuasion Trust me , and let me know thy love's success , That I may ever after stifle mine ...
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... wrong ? Mon. I never see you now ; you have been kinder ; Sate by my bed , and sung me pretty songs : Perhaps I've been ungrateful : here's money for you : Will you oblige me ? Shall I see you oftener ? Page . Madam , I'd serve you with ...
... wrong ? Mon. I never see you now ; you have been kinder ; Sate by my bed , and sung me pretty songs : Perhaps I've been ungrateful : here's money for you : Will you oblige me ? Shall I see you oftener ? Page . Madam , I'd serve you with ...
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... wrong the gratitude I owe you . Should I begin to speak , my soul's so full , That I should talk of nothing else all day . Mon. My brother ! Cham . Oh my sister ! let me hold thee Long in my arms . I've not beheld thy face These many ...
... wrong the gratitude I owe you . Should I begin to speak , my soul's so full , That I should talk of nothing else all day . Mon. My brother ! Cham . Oh my sister ! let me hold thee Long in my arms . I've not beheld thy face These many ...
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... wrong'd me for his fa- vour . Acas . This you could do . Cas . [ To his sons . I'd serve my prince . Acas . Who'd serve him ? Cas . I would , my lord . And I ; both would . Away . Pol . Acas . He needs not any servants such as you ...
... wrong'd me for his fa- vour . Acas . This you could do . Cas . [ To his sons . I'd serve my prince . Acas . Who'd serve him ? Cas . I would , my lord . And I ; both would . Away . Pol . Acas . He needs not any servants such as you ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Acas arms art thou Atheist Beau Beaugard Belvidera bless brother Caius Mar CAIUS MARIUS Castalio Cham Chamont Cinna Cour Courtine curs'd curse dæmon dagger Dare Daredevil dear dost e'er Enter Exeunt Exit eyes false fate Father fear fool fortune give Gods Gratian happy hate hear heart Heaven honest honour hope Jaffeir kiss lady Lavinia Lictors live look lord lov'd madam Maid married Metel Metellus Methinks Monimia Nacky ne'er never night Nurse o'er on't peace Pierre pity Polydore poor Porcia pr'ythee rogue Rome senate shew slave sorrows soul speak Sulpitius sure swear sword Sylla tears tell thee Theo THEODORET there's thing thou art thou hast thou wilt thou'rt thought Twas twill us'd villain virtue what's wife wilt thou wretch wrong'd
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Página 320 - Ohy 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.
Página 256 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Página 295 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Página 240 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Página 240 - I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
Página 238 - Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Página 264 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out...
Página 318 - The bitterness her tender spirit tastes of, I own myself a coward: bear my weakness, If throwing thus my arms about thy neck, I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. Oh! I shall drown thee with my sorrows! Pierr. 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!
Página 279 - Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life: I'll call them back again to comfort me.
Página 323 - That's my wish too: For then, my Pierre, I might have cause with pleasure To play the hypocrite. Oh! how I could weep Over the dying dotard, and kiss him too, In hopes to smother him quite; then, when the time Was come to pay my sorrows at his funeral, For he has already made me heir to treasures, Would make me out-act a real...