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Acast Aler Amin Amintor arms art thou Beaumel behold bless blood brave Caesar Cast Castalio Cato Char Cleo Cleon Cleora curse dare Daugh dear death Decius Dion Diph Diphilus dost thou Drusius Enter Ereunt Erit Eumenes Evad Evadne eyes fair Farewell fate father fear fortune give gods grief guard hand hath hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope Juba Judas kill king kiss lady Leost Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam ne'er Nennius never noble o'er peace Philaster Photinus pity Pompey prince Ptol Pyrrhus rage revenge Roch Roman Romont ruin SCENE scorn shew slave soldier sorrow soul speak Suet swear sweet sword Syphax tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought Thra Timag Twas twill virtue weep wilt wretched wrong
13. oldal - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
198. oldal - O'er fourscore thousand men, of whom each one Is braver than himself ? Vent. You conquered for him ; Philippi knows it : there you shared with him That empire, which your sword made all your own. Ant. Fool that I was ! upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren till I was tired with soaring, And now he mounts above me.
279. oldal - And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness 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.
248. oldal - Redeemed her life with half the loss of mine; Like a rich conquest in one hand I bore her, And with the other...
56. oldal - and dressed myself In habit of a boy; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you; and, understanding well That when I made discovery of my sex I...
347. oldal - Marcia tow'rs above her sex : True, she is fair, (oh how divinely fair !) But still the lovely maid improves her charms With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, And sanctity of manners.
203. oldal - Was not thy fury quite disarmed with wonder? Didst thou not shrink behind me from those eyes And whisper in my ear — Oh, tell her not That I accused her with my brother's death ? DOLA.
195. oldal - They said they would not fight for Cleopatra. Why should they fight indeed, to make her conquer, And make you more a slave ? to gain you kingdoms, Which, for a kiss, at your next midnight feast, You'll sell to her ? Then she new-names her jewels, And calls this diamond such or such a tax ; Each pendant in her ear shall be a province.
347. oldal - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin, that I admire: Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.