British Theatre, Volume 1J. Bell, 1792 - English drama |
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Page 44
... wretch , unworthy To wield a sceptre in a land of slaves , A soil abhorr'd of virtue ; should belie My fathers blood , belie those very maxims , At other times you taught my youth- -Siffredi ! [ In a softened tone of voice . Sif ...
... wretch , unworthy To wield a sceptre in a land of slaves , A soil abhorr'd of virtue ; should belie My fathers blood , belie those very maxims , At other times you taught my youth- -Siffredi ! [ In a softened tone of voice . Sif ...
Page 47
... Siffredi ! Tan . Friend ! Rodolpho ? When I have told thee what this friend has done , How play'd me like a boy , a base - born wretch , Who had nor heart nor spirit , thou wilt stand A & t II . 47 TANCRED AND SIGISMUNDA .
... Siffredi ! Tan . Friend ! Rodolpho ? When I have told thee what this friend has done , How play'd me like a boy , a base - born wretch , Who had nor heart nor spirit , thou wilt stand A & t II . 47 TANCRED AND SIGISMUNDA .
Page 68
... wretch of love , In vain I would resist - Give me the letter- To know the worst is some relief - Alas , It was not thus , with such dire palpitations , That , Tancred , once I us'd to read thy letters . [ Attempting to read the letter ...
... wretch of love , In vain I would resist - Give me the letter- To know the worst is some relief - Alas , It was not thus , with such dire palpitations , That , Tancred , once I us'd to read thy letters . [ Attempting to read the letter ...
Page 92
... can bear to see The man , whose heart was once so dear to thine , By many a tender vow so mix'd together , A prey to anguish , fury and distraction ! Thou canst not surely make me such a wretch , 92 Aa V. TANCRED AND SIGISMUNDA .
... can bear to see The man , whose heart was once so dear to thine , By many a tender vow so mix'd together , A prey to anguish , fury and distraction ! Thou canst not surely make me such a wretch , 92 Aa V. TANCRED AND SIGISMUNDA .
Page 93
... wretch ! Lost to all cares , all dignities , all duties ! Here will I grow , breathe out my faithful soul , Here at thy feet - Death , death alone shall part us ! Sig . Have you then vow'd to drive me to perdition ! What can I more ...
... wretch ! Lost to all cares , all dignities , all duties ! Here will I grow , breathe out my faithful soul , Here at thy feet - Death , death alone shall part us ! Sig . Have you then vow'd to drive me to perdition ! What can I more ...
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AARON HILL arms art thou behold Belvidera betray'd bless bless'd blood bosom breast Cæsarea charms Christian Constantia cruel curs'd dagger dare daughter dear death dreadful e'er Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faith faithless false fate father fear fix'd fortune give guard hand happy hate hear heart Heaven honour hope Jaffier king Laura lord lov'd Lusignan Madam Nacky ne'er Nerestan never night noble o'er on't Oras Orasmin Osman Osmond passion peace Pier Pierre pity poison'd pow'r pride prince Priuli rage Renault revenge Rodolpho SCENE Selima senate shame shew Sicily Siffredi Sigismunda slave soft sorrows soul swear Tancred tears tell tender thee thine THOMAS OTWAY thou art thou hast thought throne traitor trembling truth twill tyrant unhappy Venice vile villain virtue vows William the Bad wilt woes wretch Zara
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Page 111 - Then hear me, bounteous Heaven ! Pour down your blessings on this beauteous head, Where everlasting sweets are always springing, With a continual giving hand: let peace, Honour, and safety, always hover round her: Feed her with plenty, let her eyes ne'er see A sight of sorrow, nor her heart know mourning: Crown all her days with joy...
Page 25 - 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. Pier. Burn, First burn and level Venice to thy ruin ! What ! starve like beggars...
Page 81 - Your fears won't let you, nor the longing itch To hear a story which you dread the truth of: Truth, which the fear of smart, shall ne'er get from me. Cowards are scar'd with threat'nings ; boys are whipt Into confessions : but a steady mind Acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel. Give him the tortures...
Page 16 - I received you, Courted, and sought to raise you to your merits : My house, my table, nay my fortune too, My very self, was yours; you might have used me To your best service.
Page 85 - Adriatic, plough' d Like a lewd whore by bolder prows than yours, Stepp'd not I forth, and taught your loose Venetians, The task of honour and the way to greatness...
Page 88 - I have not wrong'd thee, by these tears I have not. But still am honest, true, and hope too, valiant: My mind still full of thee, therefore still noble; Let not thy eyes then shun me, nor thy heart Detest me utterly; oh, look upon me, Look back and see my sad sincere submission ! How my heart swells, as even 'twould burst my bosom; Fond of its gaol, and labouring to be at thee ! What shall I do ? what say to make thee hear me ? Pierr.
Page 28 - ... 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.
Page 35 - And bitterest disquiet wring his heart! Oh, let him live till life become his burden; Let him groan under't long, linger an age In the worst agonies and pangs of death, And find its ease but late!
Page 89 - No, this vile world and I have long been jangling, And cannot part on better terms than now, When only men like thee are fit to live in't.
Page 18 - There's not a wretch that lives on common charity But's happier than me: for I have known The luscious sweets of plenty; every night Have slept with soft content about my head, And never waked but to a joyful morning ; Yet now must fall like a full ear of corn, Whose blossom scaped, yet's withered in the ripening.