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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... poor form , These eyes , or any feature should retain The power to please - but Glanville well you know- Pau . Sure you suspect not him of base designs ! He wears the semblance of much worth and honour . Cle . So to the eye the speckled ...
... poor form , These eyes , or any feature should retain The power to please - but Glanville well you know- Pau . Sure you suspect not him of base designs ! He wears the semblance of much worth and honour . Cle . So to the eye the speckled ...
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... then he shall , If ever I do see him , he shall love you . Cle . My best , my only friend ! and wilt thou plead Thy poor wrong'd mother's cause ? Dij Enter ISABELLA . Isab . Dear Madam , haste ! A & II . 31 . CLEONE .
... then he shall , If ever I do see him , he shall love you . Cle . My best , my only friend ! and wilt thou plead Thy poor wrong'd mother's cause ? Dij Enter ISABELLA . Isab . Dear Madam , haste ! A & II . 31 . CLEONE .
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... poor deserted babe ! He knows no crime , and guiltless of offence - Shall put his little hands into my breast , And ease a father's bosom of its sorrows . Beauf . sen . Unhappy man ! that comfort is deny'd thee . Sif . What means my ...
... poor deserted babe ! He knows no crime , and guiltless of offence - Shall put his little hands into my breast , And ease a father's bosom of its sorrows . Beauf . sen . Unhappy man ! that comfort is deny'd thee . Sif . What means my ...
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... poor mother's voice ! -Yet while above The God of justice dwells , I will not deem The bloody vision true . Heaven hath not left me- There truth is known , well known - and see my love ! See , where upon the bank its weary'd limbs Lie ...
... poor mother's voice ! -Yet while above The God of justice dwells , I will not deem The bloody vision true . Heaven hath not left me- There truth is known , well known - and see my love ! See , where upon the bank its weary'd limbs Lie ...
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... Poor innocent ! ' Tis fast asleep . Well thought ! I'll steal away , Now while he slumbers - pick wild berries for him , And bring a little water in my hand- Then , when he wakes , we'll seat us on the bank , And sing all night . ACT IV ...
... Poor innocent ! ' Tis fast asleep . Well thought ! I'll steal away , Now while he slumbers - pick wild berries for him , And bring a little water in my hand- Then , when he wakes , we'll seat us on the bank , And sing all night . ACT IV ...
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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.