Venice Preserv'd

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William Pollard, 1885 - 63 Seiten
 

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Seite 15 - Ten thousand men are armed at your nod, Commanded all by leaders fit to guide A battle for the freedom of the world : This wretched state has starv'd them in its service ; And, by your bounty quicken'd, they're resolved To serve your glory, and revenge their own : They've all their different quarters in this city, Watch for th' alarm, and grumble 'tis so tardy.
Seite 51 - I'll henceforth be indeed a father ; never, Never more thus expose, but cherish thee, Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life ; Dear as these eyes that weep in fondness o'er thee.
Seite 6 - Thou mad'st me what I am, with all the spirit, Aspiring thoughts and elegant desires That fill the happiest man ? Ah ! rather why Didst thou not form me sordid as my fate, Base-minded, dull, and fit to carry burdens? Why have I sense to know the curse that's on me? Is this just dealing. Nature ? Belvidera ! Enter BELVIDERA.
Seite 16 - I'll share amongst you; Receive and cherish him : or if, when seen And search'd, you find him worthless ; as my tongue Has lodg'd this secret in his faithful breast, To ease your fears I wear a dagger here, Shall rip it out again, and give you rest. Come forth, thou only good I e'er could boast of.
Seite 30 - Till in each place you post sufficient guards : Then sheath your swords in every breast you meet. Jaff. Oh, reverend cruelty ! damn'd bloody villain ! Ren. During this execution, Durand, you Must in...
Seite 32 - Meant foul play; may this right hand drop from me, If I'd not hazard all my future peace, And stab him to the heart before you: who Would not do less ? Wouldst not thou, Pierre, the same ? Pierr.
Seite 13 - I will be a man, And charge thee, Pierre, whene'er thou seest my fears Betray me less, to rip this heart of mine Out of my breast, and show it for a coward's.
Seite 47 - Fly to thy cruel father: save my friend, Or all our future quiet's lost for ever: Fall at his feet, cling round his reverend knees ; Speak to him with thy eyes, and...
Seite 44 - I'll esteem it as a friend's last legacy, Treasure it up in this wretched bosom, Where it may grow acquainted with my heart, That when they meet, they start not from each other. So; now for thinking: a blow, called traitor, villain, Coward, dishonourable coward, fogh ! Oh for a long sound sleep, and so forget it ! Down, busy devil — . 280 Enter Belvidera.

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