Cato: A Tragedy. As it is Acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane, by His Majesty's ServantsJ. Tonson: and sold, 1733 - 83ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Pity he fo greatly fcorns . But when he ftrikes ( to crown his generous Part ) , That honeft , ftaunch , impracticable Heart ; No Tears , no Sobs pursue his parting Breath ; The dying Roman Shames the Pomp of Death . O facred Freedom ...
... Pity he fo greatly fcorns . But when he ftrikes ( to crown his generous Part ) , That honeft , ftaunch , impracticable Heart ; No Tears , no Sobs pursue his parting Breath ; The dying Roman Shames the Pomp of Death . O facred Freedom ...
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... Pity . Por . Heav'n knows I pity thee : Behold my Eyes Ev'n whilft I fpeak --- Do they not swim in Tears ? Were but my Heart as naked to thy View , Marcus would fee it bleed in his Behalf . Marc . Why then dost treat me with Rebukes ...
... Pity . Por . Heav'n knows I pity thee : Behold my Eyes Ev'n whilft I fpeak --- Do they not swim in Tears ? Were but my Heart as naked to thy View , Marcus would fee it bleed in his Behalf . Marc . Why then dost treat me with Rebukes ...
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... Nature form'd me of her fofteft Mould , Enfeebled all my Soul with Tender Paffions , And funk me ev'en below mine own weak Sex : Pity , and Love , by turns oppress my Heart . 1 B5 Mar. Mar. Lucia , disburden all thy Cares on me , CATO . 33.
... Nature form'd me of her fofteft Mould , Enfeebled all my Soul with Tender Paffions , And funk me ev'en below mine own weak Sex : Pity , and Love , by turns oppress my Heart . 1 B5 Mar. Mar. Lucia , disburden all thy Cares on me , CATO . 33.
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... pity and affift thy Brother . Por . What should I do ! If I difclofe my Paffion Our Friendship's at an end : If I conceal it , The World will call me falfe to a Friend and Brother . [ Afide Marc Marc . But fee where Lucia , at her ...
... pity and affift thy Brother . Por . What should I do ! If I difclofe my Paffion Our Friendship's at an end : If I conceal it , The World will call me falfe to a Friend and Brother . [ Afide Marc Marc . But fee where Lucia , at her ...
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... Pity to Mankind , fubmit to Cafar , And reconcile thy mighty Soul to Life . Cato . Would Lucius have me live to fwell the Number Of Cafar's Slaves , or by a base Submission Give up the Cause of Rome , and own a Tyrant ? Luc . The Victor ...
... Pity to Mankind , fubmit to Cafar , And reconcile thy mighty Soul to Life . Cato . Would Lucius have me live to fwell the Number Of Cafar's Slaves , or by a base Submission Give up the Cause of Rome , and own a Tyrant ? Luc . The Victor ...
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Afide Arms behold Blood Breaft Cafar Cato Cato's Caufe Cauſe Charms Compaffion confefs cou'd Curfe Death Decius doft thou dreadful Ev'n ev'ry Exit Eyes fafe fall'n Fame Fate Fear fecret fhall fhew fhines fhou'd firft fome Friends Friendſhip frike ftand ftill fuch fuffer fure fwell gen'rous give Gods Greatneſs Grief Grone hear Heart Heav'n Honour Juba's juft laft laſt Liberty live loft Love Lucia Lucius Maid Mankind Marc Marcia Marcus muft muſt Number Numidian o'er Paffion pleaſe Pleaſure Portius Praife Prefence preferve Prince raiſe Reaſon Reft rife Roman Roman Senate Rome SCENE SCENE Semp Sempronius Senate ſhall Sorrows Souls College ſpeak ſtill Succefs Sword Syph Syphax Tears thee theſe Thirſt thofe thoſe Thoughts thouſand thy Brother thy Father thy felf thy Soul tremble Utica Virtue Vows whilft Woes World wou'd wou'dft thou Youth
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77 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'm weary of conjectures :—this must end them. [Laying his hand on his sword.] Thus am I doubly armed : my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me. This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me I shall never die.
63 ÆäÀÌÁö - Remember, O my friends, the laws, the rights, The generous plan of power deliver'd down, From age to age, by your renown'd forefathers, (So dearly bought, the price of so much blood) O let it never perish in your hands ! But piously transmit it to your children.
39 ÆäÀÌÁö - Rome fall a moment ere her time? No, let us draw her term of freedom out In its full length, and spin it to the last, So shall we gain still one day's liberty; And let me perish, but in Cato's judgment, A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
41 ÆäÀÌÁö - Your high, unconquer?d heart makes you forget You are a man. You rush on your destruction. But I have done. When I relate hereafter The tale of this unhappy embassy, All Rome will be in tears.
41 ÆäÀÌÁö - Cato, you're in Utica, And at the head of your own little senate; You don't now thunder in the Capitol, With all the mouths of Rome to second you. CATO. Let him consider that who drives us hither: 'Tis Caesar's sword has made Rome's senate little, And thinn'd its ranks. Alas, thy dazzled eye Beholds this man in a false glaring light, Which conquest and success...
29 ÆäÀÌÁö - What virtues grow from ignorance and choice, Nor how the hero differs from the brute. But grant that others could with equal glory Look down on pleasures, and the baits of sense...
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - Severity, and justice in its rigour; This awes an impious, bold, offending world, Commands obedience and gives force to laws. When by just vengeance guilty mortals perish, The gods behold their punishment with pleasure.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - Pardon a weak, distemper'd soul, that swells With sudden gusts, and sinks as soon in calms, The sport of passions — but Sempronius comes: He must not find this softness hanging on me.
67 ÆäÀÌÁö - Rush in at once, and seize upon your prey. Let not her cries or tears have force to move you. How will the young Numidian rave, to see His mistress lost! If aught could glad my soul, Beyond th' enjoyment of so bright a prize, 'Twould be to torture that young gay barbarian.
56 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh stop those sounds, Those killing sounds ! why dost thou frown upon me ? My blood runs cold, my heart forgets to heave, And life itself goes out at thy displeasure. The...