Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays, 5±ÇJohn Bell and under the direction of George Cawthorn, British Library, Strand, 1797 |
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... once the mode inglorious war to wage With each bold bard that durst attempt the stage , And Prologues were but preludes to engage . Then mourn'd the Muse not story'd woes alone , Condemn'd to weep , with tears unfeign'd , her own . Past ...
... once the mode inglorious war to wage With each bold bard that durst attempt the stage , And Prologues were but preludes to engage . Then mourn'd the Muse not story'd woes alone , Condemn'd to weep , with tears unfeign'd , her own . Past ...
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... once accomplish'd , his own violence And heated rage , will urge him to commit Some desperate act , and plunge him into ruin . Isab . But grant thou shouldst succeed , what will ensue ? Suppose him dead , doth he not leave an heir , An ...
... once accomplish'd , his own violence And heated rage , will urge him to commit Some desperate act , and plunge him into ruin . Isab . But grant thou shouldst succeed , what will ensue ? Suppose him dead , doth he not leave an heir , An ...
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... once my wife , let " her go to her father's , to whom I have written ; " leaving it to him to vindicate her virtue , or conceal " her shame . I am in too much confusion to add more . " SIFROY . " This is enough - by Heaven ! I sought no ...
... once my wife , let " her go to her father's , to whom I have written ; " leaving it to him to vindicate her virtue , or conceal " her shame . I am in too much confusion to add more . " SIFROY . " This is enough - by Heaven ! I sought no ...
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... once more . If she's obdurate still , my slighted love Converts to hatred : I will then exert The power which her deluded lord hath given , Drive her this instant hence , and in her flight , To glut my great revenge , she too shall fall ...
... once more . If she's obdurate still , my slighted love Converts to hatred : I will then exert The power which her deluded lord hath given , Drive her this instant hence , and in her flight , To glut my great revenge , she too shall fall ...
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... . O Paulet - but to thee , The many virtues that adorn the mind Of my lov'd lord , and made me once so blest , ' Twere needless to display . In mine alone ye His happiness was plac'd ; no grief , no care 18 A¬Á 1 . CLEONE .
... . O Paulet - but to thee , The many virtues that adorn the mind Of my lov'd lord , and made me once so blest , ' Twere needless to display . In mine alone ye His happiness was plac'd ; no grief , no care 18 A¬Á 1 . CLEONE .
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Alguazil Beauf believe Biron Bran Branville cann't Carlos charms child Clara Cleone Colonel confess d'ye dare daughter dear Don Philip Enter a Servant Exeunt Exit father fear fortune FRANCES SHERIDAN gentleman give Glan Glanville hand happy hath hear heart Heaven honour hope humour husband HYPOLITA Isab Isabella Knight Knightly Lady Flut Lady Flutter Lady Med Lady Medway leave letter look Lord Med Lord Medway ma'am madam marriage marry mean methinks Miss Rich mistress never Nurse Octavio pardon Paulet pity poor portmanteau pr'ythee pray Ragozin rogue Rosara Samp SCENE Seville shew Sifroy Sir Anthony Sir H Sir Harry sister soul speak sure tell thee there's thing thought Trap Trappanti truth Viletta Villeroy what's wife wish woman word wretch
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23 ÆäÀÌÁö - Could I forget What I have been, I might the better bear What I am destin'd to : I'm not the first That have been wretched : but to think how much I have been happier ! Wild hurrying thoughts Start every way from my distracted soul, To find out hope, and only meet despair.
48 ÆäÀÌÁö - I must fall, death's welcome in these arms. Bir. Live ever in these arms. Isa. But pardon me, Excuse the wild disorder of my soul : The joy, the strange surprising joy of seeing you, Of seeing you again, distracted me • Bir. Thou everlasting goodness ! Isa, Answer me: What hand of Providence has brought you back To your own home again ? O, satisfy Th' impatience of my heart : I long to know The story of your sufferings.
99 ÆäÀÌÁö - Dog! villainl did not you confess to me that this gentleman picked you up not three hours ago at the same inn where I alighted ? that he had owned his stealing my portmanteau at Toledo? that if he succeeded to marry the lady you were to have a considerable sum for your pains, and these two were to share the rest of her fortune between them ? Trap.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - Of any other wish, be nothing mine :" But let me look upon you, view you well. This is a welcome gallantry indeed ! I...
18 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll wait upon ye presently ; for a minute I must beg your pardon, and leave to lay the cloth myself. Hyp. By no means, sir. Trap. No ceremony, dear sir ! Indeed I'll do it.
63 ÆäÀÌÁö - And family, and tainted into trades. Shall I be one of them — bow, and retire, To make more room for the unwieldy heir To play the fool in ? No But how shall I prevent it ? — Biron comes To take possession of my father's love—- Would that were all ! there is a birth-right too That he will seize.
71 ÆäÀÌÁö - He did; and he was with us when 'twas done. C. Bald. If this be true, this horrid, horrid tale, It is but just upon me : Biron's wrongs Must be reveng'd ; and I the cause of all. FT. What will you do with him ) C. Bald. Take him a-part I know too much.
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - Friends ! I scorn his friendship ; and since he does not know how to use a gentleman; I'll do a public piece of justice, and use him like a villain. Hyp. Let me go.
39 ÆäÀÌÁö - My friends, you will forgive me, when I own, I must prefer her peace to all the world ? Come, Isabella, let us lead the way : Within we'll speak our welcome to our friends, And crown the happy festival with joy. [Exeunt.
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - I live to hope, that he died there ? It must be so; he's dead, and this ring left, < By his last breath, to some known faithful friend, To bring me back again ; That's all I have to trust to Enter BIRON.