Cato: A Tragedy. As it is Acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane, by Her Majesty's ServantsJ. Tonson, 1713 - 62 sider |
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... Portius , Mr. Powell . Marcus , S Sons of Cato . Decius , Ambaffador from Cæfar . Mutineers , Guards , & c . WOMEN . Mr. Ryan . Mr. Bowman . Marcia , Daughter to Cato . Lucia , Daughter to Lucius . Mrs. Oldfuld . Mrs. Porter . SCENE a ...
... Portius , Mr. Powell . Marcus , S Sons of Cato . Decius , Ambaffador from Cæfar . Mutineers , Guards , & c . WOMEN . Mr. Ryan . Mr. Bowman . Marcia , Daughter to Cato . Lucia , Daughter to Lucius . Mrs. Oldfuld . Mrs. Porter . SCENE a ...
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... Portius , Marcus . ་་་ HE Dawn is over - caft , the Morning low'rs , And heavily in Clouds brings on the Day , The great , th ' important Day ; big with the Fate Our Father's Death Of Cato and of Rome.- Would fill up all the Guilt of ...
... Portius , Marcus . ་་་ HE Dawn is over - caft , the Morning low'rs , And heavily in Clouds brings on the Day , The great , th ' important Day ; big with the Fate Our Father's Death Of Cato and of Rome.- Would fill up all the Guilt of ...
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... Portius , is there not fome chosen Curfe , Some hidden Thunder in the Stores of Heav'n , Red with uncommon Wrath , to blast the Man Who owes his Greatness to his Country's Ruin ? Por . Believe me , Marcus , ' tis an impious Greatness ...
... Portius , is there not fome chosen Curfe , Some hidden Thunder in the Stores of Heav'n , Red with uncommon Wrath , to blast the Man Who owes his Greatness to his Country's Ruin ? Por . Believe me , Marcus , ' tis an impious Greatness ...
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... Portius , didft thou taste but half the Griefs That wring my Soul , thou cou'dft not talk thus calmly . Paffion unpity'd , and fuccefslefs Love , Plant Daggers in my Heart , and aggravate My other Griefs . Were but my Lucia kind ! Por ...
... Portius , didft thou taste but half the Griefs That wring my Soul , thou cou'dft not talk thus calmly . Paffion unpity'd , and fuccefslefs Love , Plant Daggers in my Heart , and aggravate My other Griefs . Were but my Lucia kind ! Por ...
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... Portius here ? I like not that cold Youth . 1 muft diffemble , And speak a Language foreign to my Heart . Sempronius , Portius . Semp . Good Morrow Portius ! let us once embrace , Once more embrace ; whilft yet we both are free . To ...
... Portius here ? I like not that cold Youth . 1 muft diffemble , And speak a Language foreign to my Heart . Sempronius , Portius . Semp . Good Morrow Portius ! let us once embrace , Once more embrace ; whilft yet we both are free . To ...
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Abfurdities Action againſt Anfwer becauſe beft behold Brother Cæfar Cafar Cato Cato's Caufe Cauſe Character Compaffion cou'd Country Death Decius Defign Dyrrachium ev'ry Fable faid fame Fate Father fays fecond feems feen felf fhall fhew fhould fince firft firſt fome foon Friends Friendſhip ftand ftill fuch fure gedy give Gods Grief Guards Heart Heav'n himſelf Honour Juba Juba's juft laft leaft leaſt Liberty loft Love Lover Lucia Lucius Manners Marc Marcia Marcus moft moſt muft muſt Nature neceffary Number Numidian o'er obferve Occafion Paffion Perfons Philofophy Play pleafing pleaſe Poet Pompey Port Portius prefent preferve Prince Queftion Reaſon Refolution reft rife Roman Roman Senate Rome Scene Semp Sempronius Senate Sifter Soul ſpeak Stoick Succefs Sword Syph Syphax Tears tell thee thefe themſelves theſe thing thofe thoſe Thoughts thro Tragedy Tragical Traytor Utica Virtue whofe wou'd wou'dft thou
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Side 57 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Side 12 - Have faces flush'd with more exalted charms ; The sun that rolls his chariot o'er their heads, Works up more fire and colour in their cheeks ; Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget The pale, unripen'd beauties of the North.
Side 42 - 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 5 - I'll straight away, And while the fathers of the senate meet In close debate to weigh th' events of war, I'll animate the soldiers' drooping courage, With love of freedom, and contempt of life. Ill thunder in their ears their country's cause, And try to rouse up all that's Roman in 'em.
Side 19 - 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 18 - Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ! No, let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his throng"d legions, and charge home upon him.
Side 12 - 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.
Side 62 - Tis this that shakes our country with alarms, And gives up Rome a prey to Roman arms, Produces fraud, and cruelty, and strife, . And robs the guilty world of Cato's life.
Side 46 - I've track'd her to her covert. Be sure you mind the word, and when I give it, 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 9 - That render man thus tractable and tame ? Are they not only to disguise our passions, To set our looks at variance with our thoughts, To check the starts and sallies of the soul, And break off all its commerce...