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SCENE I . Enter Portius and MARCUS , Portius . The dawn is over - cast , the
morning low ' rs , And heavily in clouds brings on the day , The great , th '
important day , big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome our father ' s death Would
fill up all ...
SCENE I . Enter Portius and MARCUS , Portius . The dawn is over - cast , the
morning low ' rs , And heavily in clouds brings on the day , The great , th '
important day , big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome our father ' s death Would
fill up all ...
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Portius , thou know ' st my soul in all its weakness , Then pr ' ythee spare me on
its tender side . Indulge ine but in love , my other passions Shall rise and fall by
virtue ' s nicest rules . Por . When love ' s well - tim ' d , ' tis not a fault to love .
Portius , thou know ' st my soul in all its weakness , Then pr ' ythee spare me on
its tender side . Indulge ine but in love , my other passions Shall rise and fall by
virtue ' s nicest rules . Por . When love ' s well - tim ' d , ' tis not a fault to love .
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... of season , That Cato ' s great example and misfortunes Should both conspire
to drive it from my thoughts . But what ' s all this to one that loves like me ? O
Portius , Portius , from my soul I wish Thou did ' st but know thyself what ' tis to
love !
... of season , That Cato ' s great example and misfortunes Should both conspire
to drive it from my thoughts . But what ' s all this to one that loves like me ? O
Portius , Portius , from my soul I wish Thou did ' st but know thyself what ' tis to
love !
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It softens me too much - farewell , my Portius ; Farewell , though dea ! h is in the
word for ever . Por . Stay , Lucia , stay ? What dost thou say ? Forever ? Luc .
Have I not sworn ? If , Portius , thy success Must throw thy brother on his fate ...
It softens me too much - farewell , my Portius ; Farewell , though dea ! h is in the
word for ever . Por . Stay , Lucia , stay ? What dost thou say ? Forever ? Luc .
Have I not sworn ? If , Portius , thy success Must throw thy brother on his fate ...
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Cæsar is still dispos ' d to give us terms , And waits at distance ' till he hears from
Cato . Enter PORTIUS . Portius , thy looks speak somewhat of importance . What
tidings dost thou bring ? Methinks I see Unusual gladness sparkling in thy eyes .
Cæsar is still dispos ' d to give us terms , And waits at distance ' till he hears from
Cato . Enter PORTIUS . Portius , thy looks speak somewhat of importance . What
tidings dost thou bring ? Methinks I see Unusual gladness sparkling in thy eyes .
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Altamont arms bear beauty behold better bless blood breast brother Cæsar Calista Cato cause child comes dear death dost thou Douglas earth Enter ev'n Exit eyes fair fall false fate father fear feel fond forgive fortune gentle give Glost gods grace grief guard hand happy Hast head hear heart Heav'n hold honour hope Horatia hour Juba kind king Lady leave live look lord lost Loth Lucia means meet mind nature never night noble o'er once passion peace perhaps pity poor Portius prince rage Randolph rest rise Roman Rome SCENE senate shame sorrows soul speak stand sure sword Syph tears tell tender thee thou thou art thou hast thought turn Valeria virtue wish wretch young youth
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Seite 79 - It must be so — Plato, thou reason'st 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 heav'n 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 and...
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 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 79 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age and nature sink in years : But thou shall flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter and the crush of worlds.
Seite 33 - My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his thronged legions, and charge home upon him.
Seite 47 - Honour's a sacred tie, the law of kings, The noble mind's distinguishing perfection, That aids and strengthens virtue, where it meets her, And imitates her actions, where she is not : It ought not to be sported with.
Seite 27 - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin, that I admire. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
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 35 - Afric's heat, and season'd to the sun; Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us, Ready to rise at its young prince's call. While there is hope, do not distrust the gods ; But wait, at least, till Caesar's near approach Force us to yield.
Seite 75 - How beautiful is death when earned by virtue ! Who would not be that youth ? What pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country...
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | Bell's British Theatre: Douglas, by J. Home. ... The alchymist, altered from B. Jonson Band 3 von Bell's British Theatre, John Bell |
| Mitwirkende Personen | John Bell |
| Veröffentlicht | 1797 |
| Original von | Harvard University |
| Digitalisiert | 25. Febr. 2008 |
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