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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... tell How just her Patriot liv'd , how great he fell ! Recount his wondrous Probity and Truth , And form new Juba's in the British Youth . Their gen'rous Souls , when he refigns his Breath , Are pleas'd with Ruin , and in Love with Death ...
... tell How just her Patriot liv'd , how great he fell ! Recount his wondrous Probity and Truth , And form new Juba's in the British Youth . Their gen'rous Souls , when he refigns his Breath , Are pleas'd with Ruin , and in Love with Death ...
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... tell me , haft thou yet drawn o'er young Juba ? That ftill would recommend thee more to Cafar , And challenge better Terms . Syph . Alas ! he's loft , He's loft , Sempronius ; all his Thoughts are full Of Cato's Virtues -- - But I'll ...
... tell me , haft thou yet drawn o'er young Juba ? That ftill would recommend thee more to Cafar , And challenge better Terms . Syph . Alas ! he's loft , He's loft , Sempronius ; all his Thoughts are full Of Cato's Virtues -- - But I'll ...
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... tell me , Syphax , I conjure thee , tell me , What are the Thoughts that knit thy Brow in Frowns , And turn thine Eye thus coldly on thy Prince ? Syph . ' Tis not my Talent to conceal my Thoughts , Or carry Smiles and Sun - fhine in my ...
... tell me , Syphax , I conjure thee , tell me , What are the Thoughts that knit thy Brow in Frowns , And turn thine Eye thus coldly on thy Prince ? Syph . ' Tis not my Talent to conceal my Thoughts , Or carry Smiles and Sun - fhine in my ...
Side 30
... tell me how ? Syph . Fly from the Fate that follows Cafar's Foes . Jub . My Father scorn'd to do it . Syph . And therefore dy❜d . Jub . Better to die ten thousand thousand Deaths Thin wound my Honour . Syph . Rather fay your Love . Fub ...
... tell me how ? Syph . Fly from the Fate that follows Cafar's Foes . Jub . My Father scorn'd to do it . Syph . And therefore dy❜d . Jub . Better to die ten thousand thousand Deaths Thin wound my Honour . Syph . Rather fay your Love . Fub ...
Side 34
... Tell me who raises up this Conflict in thee ? Luc . I need not blufh to name them , when I tell thee They're Marcia's Brothers , and the Sons of Cato . Marc . They both beheld thee with their Sifter's Eyess And often have reveal'd their ...
... Tell me who raises up this Conflict in thee ? Luc . I need not blufh to name them , when I tell thee They're Marcia's Brothers , and the Sons of Cato . Marc . They both beheld thee with their Sifter's Eyess And often have reveal'd their ...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
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
Populære avsnitt
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...