British Theatre: The orphan, by Thomas Otway. 1791. Cato, by Joseph Addison. 1791 |
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Acast . My heart's darling ! Ser . Let my knees Fix to the earth . Ne'er let my eyes
have rest , But wake and weep , till Heaven restore my father . Acast . Rise to my
arms , and thy kind pray'rs are . answer'd . For thou'rt a wond'rous extract of all ...
Acast . My heart's darling ! Ser . Let my knees Fix to the earth . Ne'er let my eyes
have rest , But wake and weep , till Heaven restore my father . Acast . Rise to my
arms , and thy kind pray'rs are . answer'd . For thou'rt a wond'rous extract of all ...
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Oh , my heart breaks — I'm dying . Oh— " stand off ; “ I'll not indulge this woman's
weakness ; still « Chaf'd and fomented let my heart swell on , “ ' Till with its
injuries it burst , and shake “ With the dire blow this prison to the earth . Maid .
Oh , my heart breaks — I'm dying . Oh— " stand off ; “ I'll not indulge this woman's
weakness ; still « Chaf'd and fomented let my heart swell on , “ ' Till with its
injuries it burst , and shake “ With the dire blow this prison to the earth . Maid .
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Were but my heart as naked to thy view , Marcus would see it bleed in his behalf .
Marc . Why then dost treat me with rebukes , instead Of kind condoling cares ,
and friendly sorrow ?, Por . Oh , Marcus ! did I know the way to ease Thy troubled
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Were but my heart as naked to thy view , Marcus would see it bleed in his behalf .
Marc . Why then dost treat me with rebukes , instead Of kind condoling cares ,
and friendly sorrow ?, Por . Oh , Marcus ! did I know the way to ease Thy troubled
...
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Think , Portius , think thou seest thy dying brother Stabb'd at his heart , and all
besmear'd with blood , Storming at Heav'n and theel Thy awful sire Sternly
demands the cause , th'accursed cause That robs him of his son : poor Marcia
trembles ...
Think , Portius , think thou seest thy dying brother Stabb'd at his heart , and all
besmear'd with blood , Storming at Heav'n and theel Thy awful sire Sternly
demands the cause , th'accursed cause That robs him of his son : poor Marcia
trembles ...
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I would indulge the gladness of my heart ! Let us retire : her grief is out of season .
Enter ANDROMACHe and CEPHISA . Andr . Ah , madam , whither , whither do
you fly ? Where can your eyes behold a sight more pleasing Than Hector's ...
I would indulge the gladness of my heart ! Let us retire : her grief is out of season .
Enter ANDROMACHe and CEPHISA . Andr . Ah , madam , whither , whither do
you fly ? Where can your eyes behold a sight more pleasing Than Hector's ...
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Acast Andr Andromache arms bear beauty blood break brother Cæsar Cast Castalio Cato Cato's cause Ceph Chamont charms comes court danger daughter death Enter ev'ry Exit eyes fair false fate father fear forget fortune give gods Greece Greeks grief guards hand happy hast hate hear heard heart Heav'n Hector Hermione honour hope I'll Juba kind king leave live look lord lost Lucia madam maid Marcia means meet mind Monimia nature ne'er never night once Orest passion pity Polydore poor Portius prince Pyrrhus rage rest rise Roman Rome SCENE secret Sempronius sorrows soul speak stand sure sword Syph Syphax talk tears tell thee thing thou thought virtue vows wilt wishes woman wrongs young
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Seite 78 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man ! Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes...
Seite 79 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Seite 79 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us — And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Seite 78 - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Seite 79 - ... 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.
Seite x - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Seite 18 - Tis not in mortals to command success, But we'll do more, Sempronius; we'll deserve it.
Seite 34 - CATO. Let|| not a torrent of impetuous zeal Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of REASON : True FORTITUDE is seen in great exploits, That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides: All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction.
Seite 24 - Then rises fresh, pursues his wonted game, And if the following day he chance to find A new repast, or an untasted spring, Blesses his stars, and thinks it luxury.
Seite 63 - Forbear, Sempronius ! — see they suffer death, But in their deaths remember they are men. Strain not the laws to make their tortures grievous. Lucius, the base degenerate age requires Severity, and justice in its rigour; This awes an impious...