THE WORKS OF THOMAS OTWAY, CONSISTING OF HIS PLAYS, POEMS AND LETTERS WITH A SKETCH OF HIS LIFE, IN TWO VOLUMES - VOL.II (YEAR 1812)1812 |
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... peace be with his soul , sleeps with his fathers , bestowed a portion of two hundred pounds upon me , with which I took shipping and set sail for the coast of Fortune . Father . That is to say , you went to 8 [ ACT I. THE ATHEIST ; OR ,
... peace be with his soul , sleeps with his fathers , bestowed a portion of two hundred pounds upon me , with which I took shipping and set sail for the coast of Fortune . Father . That is to say , you went to 8 [ ACT I. THE ATHEIST ; OR ,
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... peace , and union one towards another . Dare . Fear of hell ! Hark thee , Beaugard ; this companion of thine , as I apprehend , is but a sort of a shallow monster . Fear of hell ! No , sir , it is fear of hanging . Who would not steal ...
... peace , and union one towards another . Dare . Fear of hell ! Hark thee , Beaugard ; this companion of thine , as I apprehend , is but a sort of a shallow monster . Fear of hell ! No , sir , it is fear of hanging . Who would not steal ...
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... peaceful glade , where , when the pleasant race is over , We glide away , and are at rest for ever . Beau . Who , that knew this , would let himself be a slave To the vile customs the world's debauched in ? Who'd interrupt his needful ...
... peaceful glade , where , when the pleasant race is over , We glide away , and are at rest for ever . Beau . Who , that knew this , would let himself be a slave To the vile customs the world's debauched in ? Who'd interrupt his needful ...
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... peace , for the tormenting thoughts of him . Syl . By heavens I pity thee . Oh have a care of marriage , Lucrece ; marriage ! - ' twill be thy bane , and ruin thee for ever . Marriage spoils faces ; how I look with marriage . Luc . I ...
... peace , for the tormenting thoughts of him . Syl . By heavens I pity thee . Oh have a care of marriage , Lucrece ; marriage ! - ' twill be thy bane , and ruin thee for ever . Marriage spoils faces ; how I look with marriage . Luc . I ...
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... happy hour , I'll keep thee . mine then . Secure thyself in the next private closet . Peace to thy heart , poor widow . [ Exit PORCIA . Give us but arms ! - Dare . Those I have provided for you . I SCENE 11. ] THE SOLDIER'S FORTUNE . 79.
... happy hour , I'll keep thee . mine then . Secure thyself in the next private closet . Peace to thy heart , poor widow . [ Exit PORCIA . Give us but arms ! - Dare . Those I have provided for you . I SCENE 11. ] THE SOLDIER'S FORTUNE . 79.
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Acas arms art thou Atheist Beau Beaugard Belvidera bless brother Caius Mar CAIUS MARIUS Castalio Cham Chamont Cinna Cour Courtine curs'd curse dæmon dagger Dare Daredevil dear dost e'er Enter Exeunt Exit eyes false fate Father fear fool fortune give Gods Gratian happy hate hear heart Heaven honest honour hope Jaffeir kiss lady Lavinia Lictors live look lord lov'd madam Maid married Metel Metellus Methinks Monimia Nacky ne'er never night Nurse o'er on't peace Pierre pity Polydore poor Porcia pr'ythee rogue Rome senate shew slave sorrows soul speak Sulpitius sure swear sword Sylla tears tell thee Theo THEODORET there's thing thou art thou hast thou wilt thou'rt thought Twas twill us'd villain virtue what's wife wilt thou wretch wrong'd
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Page 320 - Ohy 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 256 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Page 295 - 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.
Page 240 - 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.
Page 240 - 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.
Page 238 - 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.
Page 264 - 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...
Page 318 - 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! Pierr. Burn ! First burn, and level Venice to thy ruin. What! starve like beggars' brats in frosty weather, Under a hedge, and whine ourselves to death!
Page 279 - Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life: I'll call them back again to comfort me.
Page 323 - That's my wish too: For then, my Pierre, I might have cause with pleasure To play the hypocrite. Oh! how I could weep Over the dying dotard, and kiss him too, In hopes to smother him quite; then, when the time Was come to pay my sorrows at his funeral, For he has already made me heir to treasures, Would make me out-act a real...