The British Drama: pt. 1-2. TragediesWilliam Miller, printed by James Ballantyne, 1804 |
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47 ÆäÀÌÁö
... C©¡sar , Had he been taken . You hard - hearted men , More stony than these mountains , can you see Such clear pure blood drop , and not cut your flesh To stop his life ? To bind whose bitter wounds , Queens ought to tear their hair ...
... C©¡sar , Had he been taken . You hard - hearted men , More stony than these mountains , can you see Such clear pure blood drop , and not cut your flesh To stop his life ? To bind whose bitter wounds , Queens ought to tear their hair ...
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... C©¡sar , did he live , could not except at , Not only innocent from crime , but free From all taint and suspicion . | But any blemish in their lives to work on : But I will be plainer with you : had the people Been learnt to speak , but ...
... C©¡sar , did he live , could not except at , Not only innocent from crime , but free From all taint and suspicion . | But any blemish in their lives to work on : But I will be plainer with you : had the people Been learnt to speak , but ...
105 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Casar's captains . SCEVA , a free speaker , also captain to Casur . Three lame soldiers . Guard . Servants . WOMEN . CLEOPATRA , queen of Egypt . C©¡sar's mistress . ARSINOE , Cleopatra's sister . EROS , Cleopatra's waiting woman . Scene ...
... Casar's captains . SCEVA , a free speaker , also captain to Casur . Three lame soldiers . Guard . Servants . WOMEN . CLEOPATRA , queen of Egypt . C©¡sar's mistress . ARSINOE , Cleopatra's sister . EROS , Cleopatra's waiting woman . Scene ...
106 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Caesar himself confessed . Achor . Where are they now ? Achil . In Thessaly , near the Pharsalian plains ; Where C©¡sar , with a handful of his men , Hems in the greater number . His whole troops Exceed not twenty thousand , but old ...
... Caesar himself confessed . Achor . Where are they now ? Achil . In Thessaly , near the Pharsalian plains ; Where C©¡sar , with a handful of his men , Hems in the greater number . His whole troops Exceed not twenty thousand , but old ...
107 ÆäÀÌÁö
... C©¡sar , Rome , and the whole world , is lost In the ocean of your bounties : I've no friend , Project , design , or ... C©¡sar's lieutenant in the wars of Gaul , And fortunate in all his undertakings : But , since these civil jars , he ...
... C©¡sar , Rome , and the whole world , is lost In the ocean of your bounties : I've no friend , Project , design , or ... C©¡sar's lieutenant in the wars of Gaul , And fortunate in all his undertakings : But , since these civil jars , he ...
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Acast Alex Amin Amintor arms Bajazet Beaumel bless blood brave C©¡sar Cast Castalio Cato Char Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cleora curse dare Daugh dear death DECIUS Dion Diph DIPHILUS dost thou Drusius Enter Evad Evadne Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fate father fear fortune give gods grief hand hate hath hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope Juba Judas kill king kiss lady Leost Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam ne'er Nennius never noble o'er peace Petillius Philaster Photinus pity POLYPERCHON Pompey prince Ptol Ptolomy Pyrrhus queen revenge Roch Roman Romont ruin SCENE scorn shew slave soldier sorrow soul speak Suet sweet sword Syphax tears tell thee thou art thou hast thought Thra Timag Twas Vent virtue weep wilt wretched wrong
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13 ÆäÀÌÁö - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
198 ÆäÀÌÁö - O'er fourscore thousand men, of whom each one Is braver than himself ? Vent. You conquered for him ; Philippi knows it : there you shared with him That empire, which your sword made all your own. Ant. Fool that I was ! upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren till I was tired with soaring, And now he mounts above me.
279 ÆäÀÌÁö - And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
248 ÆäÀÌÁö - Redeemed her life with half the loss of mine; Like a rich conquest in one hand I bore her, And with the other...
56 ÆäÀÌÁö - and dressed myself In habit of a boy; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you; and, understanding well That when I made discovery of my sex I...
347 ÆäÀÌÁö - Marcia tow'rs above her sex : True, she is fair, (oh how divinely fair !) But still the lovely maid improves her charms With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, And sanctity of manners.
203 ÆäÀÌÁö - Was not thy fury quite disarmed with wonder? Didst thou not shrink behind me from those eyes And whisper in my ear — Oh, tell her not That I accused her with my brother's death ? DOLA.
195 ÆäÀÌÁö - They said they would not fight for Cleopatra. Why should they fight indeed, to make her conquer, And make you more a slave ? to gain you kingdoms, Which, for a kiss, at your next midnight feast, You'll sell to her ? Then she new-names her jewels, And calls this diamond such or such a tax ; Each pendant in her ear shall be a province.
347 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
279 ÆäÀÌÁö - Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold. And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart.