The Works of Thomas Otway: Friendship in fashion. The history and fall of Caius Marius. The orphan, or, The unhappy marriage. The soldier's fortuneT. Turner, 1813 |
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Página 69
... cast mistress withal , and not have endeavoured the betraying the honour of a gentleman and your friend . But , sir , I am glad I have heard it from your own mouth : I hope it will not be esteemed much ill - nature in me , if worthy Mr ...
... cast mistress withal , and not have endeavoured the betraying the honour of a gentleman and your friend . But , sir , I am glad I have heard it from your own mouth : I hope it will not be esteemed much ill - nature in me , if worthy Mr ...
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... cast mistresses in the side - box at the play - house ; or , what is worse , take up with a sempstress , and drudge for cuffs and cravats , Enter MALAGENE . Mrs. Good . Here he comes . Tru . Oh monsieur Malagene , welcome ! Mal . Jack ...
... cast mistresses in the side - box at the play - house ; or , what is worse , take up with a sempstress , and drudge for cuffs and cravats , Enter MALAGENE . Mrs. Good . Here he comes . Tru . Oh monsieur Malagene , welcome ! Mal . Jack ...
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... cast eyes he stands , The marks and emblem of a woman's fool . Mar. jun . My father ! Mar. sen . Call me by some other name ; Disgrace me not : I'm Marius ; And surely Marius bas small right in thee . Would Sylla's soul were thine , and ...
... cast eyes he stands , The marks and emblem of a woman's fool . Mar. jun . My father ! Mar. sen . Call me by some other name ; Disgrace me not : I'm Marius ; And surely Marius bas small right in thee . Would Sylla's soul were thine , and ...
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... cast - off glories after me . Sylla . I'd rather wear some beggar's rotten rags , By him left dangling on a highway - hedge , Than soil my laurels with a leaf of thine , Thou scorn'd plebeian . Mar. sen . Worst perdition catch thee ...
... cast - off glories after me . Sylla . I'd rather wear some beggar's rotten rags , By him left dangling on a highway - hedge , Than soil my laurels with a leaf of thine , Thou scorn'd plebeian . Mar. sen . Worst perdition catch thee ...
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... Cast . Polydore ! our sport Has been to - day much better for the danger : When on the brink the foaming boar I met , And in his side thought to have lodg'd my spear , The desp❜rate savage rush'd within my force , And bore me headlong ...
... Cast . Polydore ! our sport Has been to - day much better for the danger : When on the brink the foaming boar I met , And in his side thought to have lodg'd my spear , The desp❜rate savage rush'd within my force , And bore me headlong ...
Términos y frases comunes
Acast art thou Beau Beaugard Bloody-B brother Caius Marius Camilla Caper Cast Castalio Cham Chamont Cinna Clum Cour Courtine cuckold dæmon dear devil dost e'er ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes faith father fear fellow fool fortune Fourbin gentleman gods gone Goodvile hang happy hate hear heart heav'n honest honour hope Lady Squ Lady SQUEAMISH ladyship Lavinia Lettice lord madam Malagene Marius Metellus methinks Monimia murder ne'er never night Nurse on't Polydore poor pow'r pr'ythee rogue Rome Romeo and Juliet Saunt Saunter servant Sir Dav Sir DAVY DUNCE Sir Jol sir Jolly sir Noble slave soul Sulp Sulpitius sure swear Sylla Sylv tell thee there's thing thou art thought Truman twas twill Valentine Vict Victoria what's whores wife wilt woman would'st wretched wrong'd
Pasajes populares
Página 138 - O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Página 140 - 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 128 - Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Página 191 - 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 162 - 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, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops : I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Página 138 - 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 254 - I'd leave the world for him that hates a woman. Woman, the fountain of all human frailty ! What mighty ills have not been done by woman ? Who was't betray'd the capitol ? A woman. Who lost Mark Antony the world ? A woman. Who was the cause of a long ten years...
Página 140 - 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 140 - Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Página 138 - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.