Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays, Volum 3John Bell and under the direction of George Cawthorn, British Library, Strand, 1797 |
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Side 12
... PORTIUS and MARCUS. CATO , LUCIUS , SEMPRONIUS , Senators . JUBA , Prince of Numidia , SYPHAX , General of the Numidians , PORTIUS , MARCUS , Sons of Cato . DECIUS , Ambassador from Cæsar , - Men . Mr. Kemble . Packer . { Mr. Barrymore ...
... PORTIUS and MARCUS. CATO , LUCIUS , SEMPRONIUS , Senators . JUBA , Prince of Numidia , SYPHAX , General of the Numidians , PORTIUS , MARCUS , Sons of Cato . DECIUS , Ambassador from Cæsar , - Men . Mr. Kemble . Packer . { Mr. Barrymore ...
Side 13
... PORTIUS and MARCUS . Portius . THE dawn is over - cast , the morning low'rs , And heavily in clouds brings on the day , The great , th ' important day , big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome - our father's death Would fill up all the ...
... PORTIUS and MARCUS . Portius . THE dawn is over - cast , the morning low'rs , And heavily in clouds brings on the day , The great , th ' important day , big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome - our father's death Would fill up all the ...
Side 14
... Portius ! is there not some chosen curse , 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 some chosen curse , 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 ...
Side 15
... Portius , didst thou taste but half the griefs That wring my soul , thou couldst not talk thus coldly . Passion unpitied , and successless love , Plant daggers in my heart , and aggravate My other griefs . Were but my Lucia kind ...
... Portius , didst thou taste but half the griefs That wring my soul , thou couldst not talk thus coldly . Passion unpitied , and successless love , Plant daggers in my heart , and aggravate My other griefs . Were but my Lucia kind ...
Side 16
... Portius , no more ! your words leave stings behind ' em . Whene'er did Juba , or did Portius , shew A virtue that has cast me at a distance . And thrown me out in the pursuits of honour ? Por . Marcus , I know thy gen'rous temper well ...
... Portius , no more ! your words leave stings behind ' em . Whene'er did Juba , or did Portius , shew A virtue that has cast me at a distance . And thrown me out in the pursuits of honour ? Por . Marcus , I know thy gen'rous temper well ...
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Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English ..., Volum 3 Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1791 |
Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English ..., Volum 3 Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1792 |
Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English ..., Volum 3 Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1791 |
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Side 79 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man ! Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ; The wide, th...
Side 36 - 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 78 - When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Side 79 - Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass? The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it.
Side 34 - CATO. Let not a torrent of impetuous zeal Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of reason: True fortitude is seen in great exploits, That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides; All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction.
Side 33 - My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate 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 thronged legions, and charge home upon him.
Side 79 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us— And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — he must delight in virtue; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Side 79 - If there's a power above us (And that 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 53 - With all the strength and heats of eloquence Fraternal love and friendship can inspire. Tell her thy brother languishes to death, And fades away, and withers in his bloom...
Side 36 - Whom, with a troop of fifty chosen men, I met advancing. The pursuit I led, Till we o'ertook the spoil-encumber'd foe. We fought and conquer'd. E're a sword was drawn, An arrow from my bow had pierc'd their chief, Who wore that day the arms which now I wear.