Bell's British Theatre, Band 15John Bell J. Bell, 1797 |
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... Poland ! Poland ! had it been thy lot T'have heard in time of this Venetian plot , Thou surely chosen hadst one king from thence , And honour'd them , as thou hast England since . DRURY - LANE . DUKE of VENICE PRIULI BEDAMAR · PROLOGUE .
... Poland ! Poland ! had it been thy lot T'have heard in time of this Venetian plot , Thou surely chosen hadst one king from thence , And honour'd them , as thou hast England since . DRURY - LANE . DUKE of VENICE PRIULI BEDAMAR · PROLOGUE .
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... king , and the best wife to our prince . It is to your Royal Highness we owe the security that shall be delivered down to our children's children , by a most hopeful and beautiful , as well as a numerous royal issue . These are the ...
... king , and the best wife to our prince . It is to your Royal Highness we owe the security that shall be delivered down to our children's children , by a most hopeful and beautiful , as well as a numerous royal issue . These are the ...
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... king , Join'd with my strict commands to hasten hither , Will bring her on the wing . North . Beseech your grace , To speed another messenger to press her ; For on her happy presence all our counsels Depend , and take their fate . Suff ...
... king , Join'd with my strict commands to hasten hither , Will bring her on the wing . North . Beseech your grace , To speed another messenger to press her ; For on her happy presence all our counsels Depend , and take their fate . Suff ...
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... king with life just lab'ring ; and I fear , The council grow impatient at our stay , Pem . One moment's pause , and I attend your grace . [ Exit . North . Old Winchester cries to me oft , Beware Of proud Northumberland . The testy ...
... king with life just lab'ring ; and I fear , The council grow impatient at our stay , Pem . One moment's pause , and I attend your grace . [ Exit . North . Old Winchester cries to me oft , Beware Of proud Northumberland . The testy ...
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... king ? Guil . He lives as yet , But ev'ry moment cuts away a hope , Adds to our fears , and gives the infant saint Great prospect of his op'ning heaven . L. 7. Gray . " Descend ye choirs of angels to re- ceive him , " Tune your ...
... king ? Guil . He lives as yet , But ev'ry moment cuts away a hope , Adds to our fears , and gives the infant saint Great prospect of his op'ning heaven . L. 7. Gray . " Descend ye choirs of angels to re- ceive him , " Tune your ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adrastus Alcander Alvarez arms art thou behold Belvidera Belzara blood bosom brave Carlos Creon crown cruel curs'd curse dagger dare dear death Dioc dreadful Duchess of SUFFOLK e'er Enter Eurydice ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes faith fatal fate father fear give gods Gormaz grief guard Guil Guilford Hæmon hand hear heart Heav'n honour hope incest Jaffier Jocasta king L. J. Gray Lady JANE Laius lord Lord Guilford Dudley mercy mourn murder Nacky ne'er night noble o'er OEdip passion peace Pembroke Phor Phorbas Pier Pierre pity Polybus pow'r prince queen rage revenge royal ruin sacred Sanchez senate shew sorrows soul speak Suff sword tears tell Thebans Thebes thee there's thou art thou hast thought thy love Tiresias traitor twas vengeance villain virtue wretched wrong'd Ximena
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 111 - Pour down your blessings on this beauteous head, Where everlasting sweets are always springing, With a continual giving hand: let peace, Honour, and safety, always hover round her: Feed her with plenty, let her eyes ne'er see A sight of sorrow, nor her heart know mourning: Crown all her days with joy, her nights with rest, Harmless as her own thoughts; and prop her virtue, To bear the loss of one that too much lov'd, And comfort her with patience in our parting.
Seite 76 - Last night, my love! JAFF. Name, name it not again. It shows a beastly image to my fancy Will wake me into madness. Oh, the villain! That durst approach such purity as thine On terms so vile! Destruction, swift destruction Fall on my coward head, and make my name The common scorn of fools if I forgive him!
Seite 122 - Lead me into some place that's fit for mourning; Where the free air, light, and the cheerful sun May never enter. Hang it round with black; ;Set up one taper that may last a day — As long as I've to live; and there all leave me, Sparing no tears when you this tale relate, But bid all cruel fathers dread my fate.
Seite 25 - The bitterness her tender spirit tastes of, I own myself a coward: bear my weakness, If throwing thus my arms about thy neck, I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. Oh! I shall drown thee with my sorrows! Pierr. Burn ! First burn, and level Venice to thy ruin. What! starve like beggars' brats in frosty weather, Under a hedge, and whine ourselves to death!
Seite 47 - To you, Sirs, and your honours, I bequeath her, And with her this. When I prove unworthy — (gives a dagger) You know the rest — then strike it to her heart; And tell her, he who three whole happy years Lay in her arms, and each kind night repeated The passionate vows of still increasing love, Sent that reward for all her truth and sufferings.
Seite 114 - Oh, there's all quiet, here all rage and fury: The air's too thin, and pierces my weak brain: I long for thick substantial sleep: hell, hell. Burst from the centre, rage and roar aloud, If thou art half so hot, so mad as I am.
Seite 88 - I have not wrong'd thee, by these tears I have not. But still am honest, true, and hope too, valiant: My mind still full of thee, therefore still noble; Let not thy eyes then shun me, nor thy heart Detest me utterly; oh, look upon me, Look back and see my sad sincere submission ! How my heart swells, as even 'twould burst my bosom; Fond of its gaol, and labouring to be at thee ! What shall I do ? what say to make thee hear me ? Pierr.
Seite 17 - You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole her, At dead of night ! that cursed hour you chose To rifle me of all my heart held dear.
Seite 16 - I receiv'd you, Courted, and sought to raise you to your merits: My house, my table, nay, my fortune, too, My very self, was yours; you might have us'd me To your best service.
Seite 24 - Priuli's cruel hand had sign'd it. Here stood a ruffian with a horrid face, Lording it o'er a pile of massy plate, Tumbled into a heap for public sale. There was another making villainous jests At thy undoing.