Cato: A Tragedy. As it is Acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane, by His Majesty's ServantsJ. Tonson: and sold, 1733 - 83 sider |
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Side 19
... Crimes . Ye Gods , what Havock does Ambition make . Among your Works ! Marc . Thy fteddy Temper , Portius , Can look on Guilt , Rebellion , Fraud , and Cafar , -LA In the calm Lights of mild Philofophy ; I'm tortured GENAQ ...
... Crimes . Ye Gods , what Havock does Ambition make . Among your Works ! Marc . Thy fteddy Temper , Portius , Can look on Guilt , Rebellion , Fraud , and Cafar , -LA In the calm Lights of mild Philofophy ; I'm tortured GENAQ ...
Side 20
... Marc . Who knows not this ? But what can Cato do Against a World , a bafe degen'rate World , That courts the Toke , and bows the Neck to Cafar ? Pent up in Utica , he vainly forms A poor Epitome of Roman Greatness , And , cover'd with ...
... Marc . Who knows not this ? But what can Cato do Against a World , a bafe degen'rate World , That courts the Toke , and bows the Neck to Cafar ? Pent up in Utica , he vainly forms A poor Epitome of Roman Greatness , And , cover'd with ...
Side 21
... Marc . Portius , the Counfel which I cannot take , Inftead of Healing , but upbraids my Weaknefs . Rid me for Honour plunge into a War Of thickest Foes , and rush on certain Death , Then fhalt thou see that Marcus is not flow To follow ...
... Marc . Portius , the Counfel which I cannot take , Inftead of Healing , but upbraids my Weaknefs . Rid me for Honour plunge into a War Of thickest Foes , and rush on certain Death , Then fhalt thou see that Marcus is not flow To follow ...
Side 22
... Marc . A Brother's Suff'rings claim a Brother's Pity . Por . Heav'n knows I pity thee : Behold my Eyes Ev'n whilft I fpeak --- Do they not swim in Tears ? Were but my Heart as naked to thy View , Marcus would fee it bleed in his Behalf .
... Marc . A Brother's Suff'rings claim a Brother's Pity . Por . Heav'n knows I pity thee : Behold my Eyes Ev'n whilft I fpeak --- Do they not swim in Tears ? Were but my Heart as naked to thy View , Marcus would fee it bleed in his Behalf .
Side 34
... Marc . They both beheld thee with their Sifter's Eyess And often have reveal'd their Paffion to me . Eut tell me , whofe Address thou fav'reft moft ? I long to know , and yet I dread to hear it . Luc . Which is it Marcia wishes for ...
... Marc . They both beheld thee with their Sifter's Eyess And often have reveal'd their Paffion to me . Eut tell me , whofe Address thou fav'reft moft ? I long to know , and yet I dread to hear it . Luc . Which is it Marcia wishes for ...
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Afide Arms behold Blood Breaft Cafar Cato Cato's Caufe Cauſe Charms Compaffion confefs cou'd Curfe Death Decius doft thou dreadful Ev'n ev'ry Exit Eyes fafe fall'n Fame Fate Fear fecret fhall fhew fhines fhou'd firft fome Friends Friendſhip frike ftand ftill fuch fuffer fure fwell gen'rous give Gods Greatneſs Grief Grone hear Heart Heav'n Honour Juba's juft laft laſt Liberty live loft Love Lucia Lucius Maid Mankind Marc Marcia Marcus muft muſt Number Numidian o'er Paffion pleaſe Pleaſure Portius Praife Prefence preferve Prince raiſe Reaſon Reft rife Roman Roman Senate Rome SCENE SCENE Semp Sempronius Senate ſhall Sorrows Souls College ſpeak ſtill Succefs Sword Syph Syphax Tears thee theſe Thirſt thofe thoſe Thoughts thouſand thy Brother thy Father thy felf thy Soul tremble Utica Virtue Vows whilft Woes World wou'd wou'dft thou Youth
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Side 77 - I'm weary of conjectures :—this must end them. [Laying his hand on his sword.] Thus am I doubly armed : my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me. This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me I shall never die.
Side 63 - Remember, O my friends, the laws, the rights, The generous plan of power deliver'd down, From age to age, by your renown'd forefathers, (So dearly bought, the price of so much blood) O let it never perish in your hands ! But piously transmit it to your children.
Side 39 - Rome fall a moment ere her time? No, let us draw her term of freedom out In its full length, and spin it to the last, So shall we gain still one day's liberty; And let me perish, but in Cato's judgment, A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Side 41 - Your high, unconquer?d heart makes you forget You are a man. You rush on your destruction. But I have done. When I relate hereafter The tale of this unhappy embassy, All Rome will be in tears.
Side 41 - Cato, you're in Utica, And at the head of your own little senate; You don't now thunder in the Capitol, With all the mouths of Rome to second you. CATO. Let him consider that who drives us hither: 'Tis Caesar's sword has made Rome's senate little, And thinn'd its ranks. Alas, thy dazzled eye Beholds this man in a false glaring light, Which conquest and success...
Side 29 - What virtues grow from ignorance and choice, Nor how the hero differs from the brute. But grant that others could with equal glory Look down on pleasures, and the baits of sense...
Side 62 - Severity, and justice in its rigour; This awes an impious, bold, offending world, Commands obedience and gives force to laws. When by just vengeance guilty mortals perish, The gods behold their punishment with pleasure.
Side 22 - Pardon a weak, distemper'd soul, that swells With sudden gusts, and sinks as soon in calms, The sport of passions — but Sempronius comes: He must not find this softness hanging on me.
Side 67 - Rush in at once, and seize upon your prey. Let not her cries or tears have force to move you. How will the young Numidian rave, to see His mistress lost! If aught could glad my soul, Beyond th' enjoyment of so bright a prize, 'Twould be to torture that young gay barbarian.
Side 56 - Oh stop those sounds, Those killing sounds ! why dost thou frown upon me ? My blood runs cold, my heart forgets to heave, And life itself goes out at thy displeasure. The...