The London Theatre: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Dramatic Pieces, 8. kötetWhittingham and Arliss, 1815 |
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9. oldal
... husband still , though lost ! Leon . Husband ! O , heav'ns ! Alm . Alas ! What have I said ? My grief has hurry'd me beyond all thought . I would have kept that secret ; though I know Thy love and faith to me deserve all confidence ...
... husband still , though lost ! Leon . Husband ! O , heav'ns ! Alm . Alas ! What have I said ? My grief has hurry'd me beyond all thought . I would have kept that secret ; though I know Thy love and faith to me deserve all confidence ...
14. oldal
... husband and my son . Gar . Thus let me kneel to take - O not to take- But to devote , and yield myself for ever The slave and creature of my royal mistress . Gon . O let me prostrate pay my worthless thanks King . No more ; my promise ...
... husband and my son . Gar . Thus let me kneel to take - O not to take- But to devote , and yield myself for ever The slave and creature of my royal mistress . Gon . O let me prostrate pay my worthless thanks King . No more ; my promise ...
21. oldal
... husband . Alm . I've sworn I'll not wed Garcia : why d'ye force me ? Is this a father ? Osm . Look on thy Alphonso . Thy father is not here , my love , nor Garcia : Nor am I what I seem , but thy Alphonso . Am I so alter'd , or art thou ...
... husband . Alm . I've sworn I'll not wed Garcia : why d'ye force me ? Is this a father ? Osm . Look on thy Alphonso . Thy father is not here , my love , nor Garcia : Nor am I what I seem , but thy Alphonso . Am I so alter'd , or art thou ...
24. oldal
... husband To this invasion , where he late was lost , Where all is lost , and I am made a slave . Look on me now , from empire fall'n to slavery ; Think on my suff'rings first , then look on me ; Think on the cause of all , then view ...
... husband To this invasion , where he late was lost , Where all is lost , and I am made a slave . Look on me now , from empire fall'n to slavery ; Think on my suff'rings first , then look on me ; Think on the cause of all , then view ...
45. oldal
... husband . King . Ha ! husband ! Which ? who ? Alm . He , he is my husband . King . Who ? Alm . O Let me go , let me fall , sink deep - I'll dig , I'll dig a grave , and tear up death ; I will ; Yes , I will strip off life , and we will ...
... husband . King . Ha ! husband ! Which ? who ? Alm . He , he is my husband . King . Who ? Alm . O Let me go , let me fall , sink deep - I'll dig , I'll dig a grave , and tear up death ; I will ; Yes , I will strip off life , and we will ...
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Aboan Acas Alcanor Almeria Alphonso arms behold Blandford blood breast Capt Castalio Cham Chamont Char Chiswick Covent Garden Daph dear death dost thou Enter Etan ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes fate father fear Fred Frib give Greg grief Hamet hand happy hear heart heaven honour horror husband Imoinda James king Lackitt Lappet Lieut live look lord Lucy madam Mahomet Mandane marry Mecca Mirvan Monimia Morat Mysis ne'er never Nysa o'er Octar Oroo Oroonoko Osmyn Palmira Polydore pow'r pray Puff rage Re-enter SCENE slave soul speak Stan STANMORE sure sword tears tell thee There's thing THOMAS DIBDIN thou art thou hast thought thousand guineas Timurkan tyrant virtue vows Weldon what's WHITTINGHAM Widow Widow L wife woman wretch wrong'd Zamti Zaph Zaphimri Zaphna Zara Zuph
Népszerű szakaszok
19. oldal - Which served to keep her carcase from the cold : So there was nothing of a piece about her. Her lower weeds were all o'er coarsely patch'd , With diff'rent colour'd rags, black, red, white, yellow, And seem'd to speak variety of wretchedness.
29. oldal - Almeria could -Revive, or raise, my people's voice has waken'd. 0 my Antonio, I am all on fire, My soul is up in arms, ready to charge And bear amidst the foe with conqu'ring troops. 1 hear 'em...
18. oldal - And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice, Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
41. oldal - Had nipp'd ; and with a careful, loving hand, Transplanted her into your own fair garden, Where the sun always shines: there long she...
11. oldal - Chariots of war, adorn'd with glittering gems, Succeed ; and next, a hundred neighing steeds, White as the fleecy rain on Alpine hills ; That bound, and foam, and champ the golden bit, As they disdain'd the victory they grace.
20. oldal - Oh, speak, Speak to it quickly, quickly; speak to me, Comfort me, help me, hold me, hide me, hide me, Leonora, in thy bosom, from the light, : And from my eyes ! Osm.
12. oldal - Tag. Not directly, perhaps; but I may be the means of helping you to it; as for example If you should not like to marry the old man your aunt designs for you, one may find a way to break
20. oldal - Let me not stir, nor breathe, lest I dissolve That tender, lovely form of painted air, So like Almeria. Ha! it sinks, it falls; I'll catch it ere it goes, and grasp her shade. Tislife! 'tis warm! 'tis she! 'tis she herself ! Nor dead nor shade, but breathing and alive!
45. oldal - Couldst thou be Happy, with such a weight upon thy soul? Pol. It may be yet a secret : I'll go try To reconcile and bring Castalio to thee ; Whilst from the world I take myself away, And waste my life in penance for my sin.