The London Theatre: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Dramatic Pieces, 1±ÇWhittingham and Arliss, 1815 |
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... Dolabella . Mr. Hart . Mr. Mohun . Mr. Clarke . Alexas Serapion Romans , & c . Cleopatra Octavia Charmion 6 Iras Antony's two little Daughters . Mr. Goodman . Mr. Griffin . Mr. Coysh . Mrs. Boutell . Mrs. Covey . Marc Antony Ventidius ...
... Dolabella . Mr. Hart . Mr. Mohun . Mr. Clarke . Alexas Serapion Romans , & c . Cleopatra Octavia Charmion 6 Iras Antony's two little Daughters . Mr. Goodman . Mr. Griffin . Mr. Coysh . Mrs. Boutell . Mrs. Covey . Marc Antony Ventidius ...
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... Dolabella . Ven . He's now in C©¡sar's camp . Ant . No matter where , Since he's no longer mine . He took unkindly That I forbad him Cleopatra's sight , Because I fear'd he lov'd her . Would he were here ! Ven . Would you believe he lov ...
... Dolabella . Ven . He's now in C©¡sar's camp . Ant . No matter where , Since he's no longer mine . He took unkindly That I forbad him Cleopatra's sight , Because I fear'd he lov'd her . Would he were here ! Ven . Would you believe he lov ...
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... Dolabella , where was then thy soul ? Was not thy fury quite disarm'd with wonder ? Didst thou not shrink behind me from those eyes , And whisper in my ear , Oh tell her not That I accus'd her of my brother's death ! Dol . And should my ...
... Dolabella , where was then thy soul ? Was not thy fury quite disarm'd with wonder ? Didst thou not shrink behind me from those eyes , And whisper in my ear , Oh tell her not That I accus'd her of my brother's death ! Dol . And should my ...
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... Dolabella or some god . Dol . Not I , nor yet Mecenas , nor Agrippa ; They were your enemies , and I a friend Too weak alone ; yet ' twas a Roman deed . Ant . " Twas like a Roman done . Show me that man Who has preserv'd my life , my ...
... Dolabella or some god . Dol . Not I , nor yet Mecenas , nor Agrippa ; They were your enemies , and I a friend Too weak alone ; yet ' twas a Roman deed . Ant . " Twas like a Roman done . Show me that man Who has preserv'd my life , my ...
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... Dolabella ! which way shall I turn ? I find a secret yielding in my soul ; But Cleopatra , who would die with me , Must she be left ? Pity pleads for Octavia , But does it not plead more for Cleopatra ? Ven . Justice and pity both plead ...
... Dolabella ! which way shall I turn ? I find a secret yielding in my soul ; But Cleopatra , who would die with me , Must she be left ? Pity pleads for Octavia , But does it not plead more for Cleopatra ? Ven . Justice and pity both plead ...
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