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Alex Alonzo Andromache arms art thou Bajazet better bless Brass brother Captain Ceph Char Clar Cora dare daugh dear death devil Dick Duke Enter Essex Estif Exeunt Exit eyes faith father fear fellow Flip Flippanta Flowerdale fool fortune Fred gentleman give Gripe hand happy hast hear heart Heaven honour hope Horatia husband Isaac John king Kite lady leave Leon live look lord Lore Lovemore lover Lysimachus Madam marry master Miss mistress Moneses never Niece Oldboy on't Orest passion pity poor Pounce pray Pyrrhus queen Rolla Rusport Scand SCENE servant Sir Archy Sir Bash Sir Bril Sir Brilliant soul speak Steph sure sword Tamerlane tears tell thee there's thing thou thought twas twill Valeria Vent what's wife woman wont word wretch Ximena young Zounds
242 페이지 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
209 페이지 - ... till they could all play very near, or altogether as well as myself. This done, say the enemy were forty thousand strong, we twenty would come into the field the tenth of March, or thereabouts, and we would challenge twenty of the enemy ; they could not in their honour refuse us ; well, we would kill them ; challenge twenty more, kill them ; twenty mqre, kill them ; twenty more, kill them too...
399 페이지 - Well, and there's a handsome gentleman, and a fine gentleman, and a sweet gentleman, that was here, that loves me, and I love him ; and if he sees you speak to me any more he'll thrash your jacket for you, he will, you great sea-calf ! Ben. What, do you mean that fair-weather spark that was here just now ? will he thrash my jacket ? — let'n — let'n. But an he comes near me, mayhap I may giv'na salt eel for's supper, for all that.
407 페이지 - You are all white — a sheet of spotless paper — when you first are born ; but you are to be scrawled and blotted by every goose's quill.
455 페이지 - And, when your march begins, let one run after, Breathless almost for joy, and cry, "She's dead." The soldiers shout; you then, perhaps, may sigh, And muster all your Roman gravity: Ventidius chides; and straight your brow clears up, As I had never been.
455 페이지 - scape without me, with what haste Would she let slip her hold, and make to shore, And never look behind!
462 페이지 - Th' appearance is against me; and I go, Unjustified, for ever from your sight. How I have loved, you know; how yet I love, My only comfort is, I know myself: I love you more...
450 페이지 - Lie there, thou shadow of an emperor ; : The place, thou pressest on thy mother earth, Is all thy empire now : now it contains thee ; Some few days hence, and then 'twill be too large, When thou'rt contracted in thy narrow urn, Shrunk to a few cold ashes...