Bell's British Theatre: Douglas, by J. Home. ... The alchymist, altered from B. Jonson1797 |
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... o'er coffee read , Careless for who should fall or who succeed . Therefore an humbler theme our author chose , A melancholy tale of private woes : No princes here lost royalty bemoan , But you shall meet with sorrows like your own ...
... o'er coffee read , Careless for who should fall or who succeed . Therefore an humbler theme our author chose , A melancholy tale of private woes : No princes here lost royalty bemoan , But you shall meet with sorrows like your own ...
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... o'er thy father's grave , Completes it's bounty , and restores thy name To that high rank and lustre which it boasted , Before nngrateful Genoa had forgot The merit of thy god - like father's arms ; Before that country , which he long ...
... o'er thy father's grave , Completes it's bounty , and restores thy name To that high rank and lustre which it boasted , Before nngrateful Genoa had forgot The merit of thy god - like father's arms ; Before that country , which he long ...
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And gall ' em with my triumph o'er Calista . Ros . You lov'd her once . Loth . I lik'd her , would have marry'd her , But that it pleas'd her father to refuse me , To make this honourable fool her husband : For which , if I forget him ...
And gall ' em with my triumph o'er Calista . Ros . You lov'd her once . Loth . I lik'd her , would have marry'd her , But that it pleas'd her father to refuse me , To make this honourable fool her husband : For which , if I forget him ...
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... o'er their sorrows . Lav . It is enough ; chide not , and all is well ! Forgive me if I saw you sad , Horatio , And ask'd to weep out part of your misfortunes : I wo ' not press to know what you forbid me . Yet , my lov'd lord , yet you ...
... o'er their sorrows . Lav . It is enough ; chide not , and all is well ! Forgive me if I saw you sad , Horatio , And ask'd to weep out part of your misfortunes : I wo ' not press to know what you forbid me . Yet , my lov'd lord , yet you ...
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... o'er the world ? Enter HORATIO . Hor . She's here ! yet , Oh ! my tongue is at a loss . Teach me , some pow'r , that happy art of speech , To dress my purpose up in gracious words ; Such as may softly steal upon her soul , And never ...
... o'er the world ? Enter HORATIO . Hor . She's here ! yet , Oh ! my tongue is at a loss . Teach me , some pow'r , that happy art of speech , To dress my purpose up in gracious words ; Such as may softly steal upon her soul , And never ...
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Alic Altamont Anna arms beauty behold bless bosom brave breast brother Cæsar Calista Cato Cato's charms Child Maurice Curiatius curse dear death Decius dost thou Douglas dreadful e'er Enter Ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes fair FAIR PENITENT fame fatal fate father fear foes fond forgive friendship gentle give Glen Glenalvon Glost grace grief hand happy hear heart Heav'n honour Horatia JANE SHORE Juba live look Lord HASTINGS Loth Lothario lov'd Lucia Lucius maid Marcia Marcus never NICHOLAS ROWE noble Norval Numidian o'er passion peace Pharsalia pity Portius pow'r prince rage Roman Roman senate Rome SCENE Sciolto scorn Sempronius shalt shame sorrows soul speak sword Syph Syphax tears tell tender thee thine thou art thou hast thought Twas Valeria vengeance virtue weep woes wretch youth
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Стр. 77 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
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