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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... Sure , 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 ...
... Sure , 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 ...
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... Sure thou mistakest ; I did not call thee so . Syph . You did indeed , my Prince , you call'd me Traitor : - Nay , further , threaten'd you'd complain to Cato . Of what , my Prince , wou'd you complain to Cato ? That Syphax loves you ...
... Sure thou mistakest ; I did not call thee so . Syph . You did indeed , my Prince , you call'd me Traitor : - Nay , further , threaten'd you'd complain to Cato . Of what , my Prince , wou'd you complain to Cato ? That Syphax loves you ...
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... Sure ' twas the Clash of Swords ; my troubled Heart Is fo caft down , and funk amidst its Sorrows , It throbs , with Fear , and akes at ev'ry Sound . O Marcia , fhou'd thy Brothers for my Sake ! --- I die away with Horror at the Thought ...
... Sure ' twas the Clash of Swords ; my troubled Heart Is fo caft down , and funk amidst its Sorrows , It throbs , with Fear , and akes at ev'ry Sound . O Marcia , fhou'd thy Brothers for my Sake ! --- I die away with Horror at the Thought ...
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... Sure ' tis a Dream ! Dead and Alive at once ! If thou art Juba , who lies there ? Jub . A Wretch , Disguised like Juba on a curs'd Defign . The Tale is long , nor have I heard it out , Thy Father knows it all . I could not bear To leave ...
... Sure ' tis a Dream ! Dead and Alive at once ! If thou art Juba , who lies there ? Jub . A Wretch , Disguised like Juba on a curs'd Defign . The Tale is long , nor have I heard it out , Thy Father knows it all . I could not bear To leave ...
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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...