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ACASTO ALIO Arms bear BELVIDERA Blood born bring Brother CAIUS MARIUS CAST CASTALIO Caufe CHAMONT dead dear Death e'er Enter Exit Eyes Face fair fall Fate Father Fears fhall fome Fool Fortune Friend ftill fuch fure give Gods gone grow Guards Hand happy hate Head hear heard Heart Heav'n Honour hope Hour I'll JAFFEIR keep kind laft LAVINIA leave live look Lord Love MARIUS Junior means meet METELLUS Mind Monimia muft muſt Name Nature ne'er never Night NURSE Office once Peace PIERRE Pity POLYDORE poor PRIULI RENAULT Rome Senate ſhall ſhould Slave Sorrows Soul SULPITIUS Sylla Tears tell thee thefe there's theſe thing thou thou art thought Till Twas Villain Virtue whofe wilt World wretched Wrongs young
239. oldal - Ohy 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.
164. oldal - Give me my Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
240. oldal - God, and watch thee till the morning. Jaff. Hear this, you Heavens, and wonder how you made her! Reign, reign, ye monarchs that divide the world, Busy rebellion ne'er will let you know Tranquillity and happiness like mine; Like gaudy ships, the obsequious billows fall And rise again, to lift you in your pride; They wait but for a storm and then devour you...
146. oldal - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
230. oldal - 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 ? Pri.
238. oldal - 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.
69. oldal - tis in my head ; 'tis in my heart, Tis every where ; it rages like a madness ; And I most wonder how my reason holds ; Nay, wonder not, Monimia : the slave You thought you had secur'd within my breast, Is grown a rebel, and has broke his chain, And now he walks there like a lord at large.
238. oldal - Does this appear like change, or love decaying, When thus I throw myself into thy bosom With all the resolution of a strong truth?