 | Thomas Otway - 1899 - 64 Seiten
....33ELVI. (c. ) Come, come, come, come, come ; nay, come to bed, Pr'ythee, my ]ove. The winds ! hark how they whistle ! And the rain beats ! Oh, how the weather shrinks me ! I say you shall not go, you shall not : Whip your ill-nature ; get you gone, then. Oh ! (appears... | |
 | Thomas Otway - 1797 - 456 Seiten
...pitying Heav'n. Bel. Come, come, come, come, come, nay, come to bed. Pr'ythee, my love. The winds ; hark how they whistle ; And the rain beats : Oh ! how the weather shrinks me I •. You are angry now, who cares ? Pish, no indeed, Chuse then ; I say you shall not go, you shall... | |
 | John Bell - 1792 - 340 Seiten
...pitying Heav'n. Bel. Come, come, come, come, come, nay, corce to bed. Pr'ythee, my love. The winds ; hark how they whistle ; And the rain beats : Oh ! how the weather shrinks me ! a You are angry now, who cares ) Pish, no indeed, Chuse then ; I say you shall not go, you shall... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 954 Seiten
...pitying Heaven ! Bel. Come, come, come, come, come, nay, come to bed, Prithee, my love ! The winds ; hark how they whistle ; And the rain beats : Oh ! how the weather shrinks me ! [Orwiv, Are you returned f See, father, here he's come again: Am I to blame to love him ? O, thou... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 376 Seiten
...Heav'ji ! Bel. Come, come, come, come, come ; nay, come to bed, Pr'ythee, my love. The winds ! hark how they whistle ! And the rain beats ! Oh, how the weather shrinks me ! I say you shall not go, you shall not : Whip your ill-nature ; get you gone, then ; Oh ! Are you... | |
 | British drama - 1811 - 712 Seiten
...pitying Heaven ! Bel. Come, come, come, come, come, nay, come to bed, Prithee, my love ! The winds ; hark how they whistle ; And the rain beats : Oh ! how the weather shrinks me ! — You arc angry now, who cares Î Pish, no indeed, Chuse then; I say you shall not go, you shall... | |
 | 1811 - 718 Seiten
...Heaven! i'-.!. Come, come, .come, come, come, nay, come to bed, Prithee, my love ! The winds ; hark ccuse me, b . — You are angry now, who cares Î Pish, no indeed, í 'luise then; I say you shall not go, you... | |
 | DR. JOHNSON - 1812 - 480 Seiten
...Heaven ! Bel. Come, come, come, come, come, come, nay, come to bed, Pr'ythee, my love. The winds ; hark how they whistle ! And the rain beats : Oh, how the weather shrinks me '. You are angry, now ; who cares ? Pish, no, indeed. Chuse, then ; I say you shall not go, you shall... | |
 | Thomas Otway, Thomas Thornton - 1813 - 358 Seiten
...pitying heav'n! Bflv. Come, come, come, come ; nay, come to bed, t'r'ythee, my love. The winds ! hark how they whistle! And the rain beats : oh how the weather shrinks me ! You're angry now ; who cares? pish, no indeed. Choose then, I say you shall not go, you shall not.... | |
 | Thomas Otway, Thomas Thornton - 1813 - 362 Seiten
...pitying heav'n! Belv. Come, come, come, come; nay, come to bed, Pr'ythee, my love. The winds! hark how they whistle! And the rain beats: oh how the weather shrinks me! You're angry now; who cares? pish, no indeed. Choose then, I say you shall not go, you shall not. Whip... | |
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Prithee, my love. The winds ! hark how they whistle! And the rain beats: oh, how the weather shrinks me! 
