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already arms Art thou bear BEDAMAR BELVI Belvidera bless blood bosom Callid CAPTAIN cause charge coward crosses curs'd curse dagger dare dear death DOGE DURAND e'er ELIOT Enter ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes faith fall false fate father fear forgive fortune give GUARDS half hand hard hear heart heav'n hell honest honour hope hour I'll JAFFIER kill kind late lead leave live look lord lost meet nature ne'er never night oath OFFICER patience peace PIERRE pity poor PRIULI remember RENAULT rest revenge rise round ruin safety SCENE senate slave smile sorrows soul Speak SPINOSA story sure sword talk tears tell tender thee THEODORE there's thou thou art thou hast thou wilt thought throws traitor trust truth Venice villain virtue wretch wrongs
Seite 43 - Friendship or interest with thee, though our years Were to exceed those limited the world. ^/Take it — farewell — for now I owe thee nothing.
Seite 11 - Oh woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you ! Angels are painted fair to look like you : There's in you all, that we believe of" heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Seite 46 - Where's my friend ? my friend, thou smiling mischief ! Nay, shrink not, now 'tis too late ; " thou should'st have fled " When thy guilt first had cause ;" for dire revenge Is up, and raging for my friend. He groans!
Seite 10 - Thou mad'st me what I am, with all the spirit, Aspiring thoughts, and elegant desires, That fill the happiest man ? Ah...
Seite 7 - I think no safety can be here for virtue, And grieve, my friend, as much as thou to live In such a wretched state as this of Venice; Where all agree to spoil the public good, And villains fatten with the brave man's labours.
Seite 10 - Lead me, lead me, my virgins, To that kind voice. My lord, my love, my refuge ! Happy my eyes, when they behold thy face : My heavy heart will leave its doleful beating At sight of thee, and bound with sprightful joys.
Seite 5 - Were I that thief, the doer of such wrongs As you upbraid me with, what hinders me But I might send her back to you with contumely, And court my fortune where she would be kinder!
Seite 3 - Not hear me ! by my sufferings, but you shall! My lord, my lord, I'm not that abject wretch You think me : patience ! where's the distance throws Me back so far, but I may boldly speak In right, though proud oppression will not hear me ! Pri.
Seite 4 - Redeem'd her life with half the loss of mine. Like a rich conquest, in one hand I bore her, And with the other dash'd the saucy waves, That throng'd and press'd to rob me of my prize.
Seite 4 - Tis to me you owe her; Childless you had been else, and in the grave Your name extinct ; no more Priuli heard of. You may remember, scarce five years are past, Since in your brigantine you sail'd to see The Adriatic wedded by our Duke ; And I was with you.