The Works of Thomas Otway: Friendship in fashion. The history and fall of Caius Marius. The orphan, or, The unhappy marriage. The soldier's fortuneT. Turner, 1813 |
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25. oldal
... God knows that's all . Let . And where's the pleasure of going abroad and getting a stomach , to return and starve at home ? Mrs. Good . I laugh , though , to think what an easy fool he believes me : he thinks me the most contented ...
... God knows that's all . Let . And where's the pleasure of going abroad and getting a stomach , to return and starve at home ? Mrs. Good . I laugh , though , to think what an easy fool he believes me : he thinks me the most contented ...
38. oldal
... God save the king . Mal . Well said , my lovely man of might . His wor- ship grows good company . Tru . Sir Noble , you are a great acquaintance with Mr. Caper and Mr. Saunter ; they are men of pretty parts . Clum . Oh , sir , the ...
... God save the king . Mal . Well said , my lovely man of might . His wor- ship grows good company . Tru . Sir Noble , you are a great acquaintance with Mr. Caper and Mr. Saunter ; they are men of pretty parts . Clum . Oh , sir , the ...
117. oldal
... gods of Rome awake , To fix the order of our wayward state , That we may once more know each other ; know Th ... god - like Scipio held The scale of pow'r ; he , who with temp❜rate poise Knew how to guide the people's liberty In it's ...
... gods of Rome awake , To fix the order of our wayward state , That we may once more know each other ; know Th ... god - like Scipio held The scale of pow'r ; he , who with temp❜rate poise Knew how to guide the people's liberty In it's ...
118. oldal
... gods ! That guardians of an empire should be chosen By the lewd noise of a licentious rout ! The sturdiest drinker ... god . The monster - people roar'd aloud for joy : When straight the candidate himself appears In pomp , to grace the ...
... gods ! That guardians of an empire should be chosen By the lewd noise of a licentious rout ! The sturdiest drinker ... god . The monster - people roar'd aloud for joy : When straight the candidate himself appears In pomp , to grace the ...
119. oldal
... Gods ! that a peasant's brat , Born in the outmost cottages of Arpos , And foster'd in a corner , should by bribes , By cov❜tousness , and all the hateful means Of working pride , advance his little fate So high , to vaunt it o'er the ...
... Gods ! that a peasant's brat , Born in the outmost cottages of Arpos , And foster'd in a corner , should by bribes , By cov❜tousness , and all the hateful means Of working pride , advance his little fate So high , to vaunt it o'er the ...
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Acast art thou Beau Beaugard Bloody-B brother Caius Marius Camilla Caper Cast Castalio Cham Chamont Cinna Clum Cour Courtine cuckold dæmon dear devil dost e'er ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes faith father fear fellow fool fortune Fourbin gentleman gods gone Goodvile hang happy hate hear heart heav'n honest honour hope Lady Squ Lady SQUEAMISH ladyship Lavinia Lettice lord madam Malagene Marius Metellus methinks Monimia murder ne'er never night Nurse on't Polydore poor pow'r pr'ythee rogue Rome Romeo and Juliet Saunt Saunter servant Sir Dav Sir DAVY DUNCE Sir Jol sir Jolly sir Noble slave soul Sulp Sulpitius sure swear Sylla Sylv tell thee there's thing thou art thought Truman twas twill Valentine Vict Victoria what's whores wife wilt woman would'st wretched wrong'd
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138. oldal - O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
140. 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.
128. oldal - Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
191. oldal - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
162. oldal - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops : I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
138. oldal - Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
254. oldal - I'd leave the world for him that hates a woman. Woman, the fountain of all human frailty ! What mighty ills have not been done by woman ? Who was't betray'd the capitol ? A woman. Who lost Mark Antony the world ? A woman. Who was the cause of a long ten years...
140. oldal - I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
140. oldal - Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
138. oldal - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.