Venice Preserv'd: Or, a Plot Discover'd. A Tragedy. Written by Mr. Thomas OtwayC. Bathurst and T. Lownds, 1766 - 84 pàgines |
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Venice Preserv'd: Or, A Plot Discover'd. A Tragedy Written by Mr. Thomas Otway Thomas Otway Visualització completa - 1755 |
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Aquilina Arms Art thou bafe Becauſe Belu Belv betray'd blefs'd Blood Breaft call'd Caufe Cauſe Coward Curfe curs'd Dagger damn'd dear Death Duke durry e'er Enter Belvidera Enter Jaffier Eyes fafe faff Faith falfe Fate Father fear fhall fhould fince firft fome Fool Fortune Friend ftill fuch fure fwear guard hang'd Heav'n Hell honeft Honour Hour Houſe Jaff Joys juft kifs laft Night lefs little Nicky loft Lord lov'd Love Madona moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Nacky ne'er never noble Offi on't Peace Pier Pierre Pity Pleaſure poor Porcia Prithee Priuli publick refolv'd reft Renault Revenge Rogues Senate ſhall Sorrow Soul ſpeak Sword Tears tell thee thefe There's theſe thofe thou art thou wilt thou'rt thy Bofom Traytor Truft Truth us'd Venice vile Villain Virtue Whilft whofe Wiſhes worfe Wretch wrong'd
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Pàgina 16 - Ohy woman! lovely woman! nature made thee .To temper man : we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you : There's in you all that we believe of Heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Pàgina 15 - I'll tell thee; On the Rialto, every night at twelve, I take my evening's walk of meditation ; There we two will meet, and talk of precious Mischief Jaf.
Pàgina 36 - On what cold stone hast thou been stretched along, Gathering the grumbling winds about thy head, To mix with theirs the accents of thy woes...
Pàgina 40 - No more. I charge thee keep this secret close; Clear up thy sorrows, look as if thy wrongs Were all forgot, and treat him like a friend, As no complaint were made. No more; retire, Retire, my life, and doubt not of my honour; I'll heal its failings and deserve thy love. BELV. Oh, should I part with thee, I fear thou wilt In anger leave me, and return no more.
Pàgina 67 - Think you saw what pass'd at our last parting; Think you beheld him like a raging lion, Pacing the earth and tearing up his steps, Fate in his eyes, and roaring with the pain Of burning fury; think you saw his one hand...
Pàgina 63 - Tis thy own citadel — Ha — yet stand off! Heaven must have justice, and my broken vows Will sink me else beneath its reaching mercy.
Pàgina 27 - I must confess, you there have touch'd my weakness, I have a friend ; hear it ! such a friend, My heart was ne'er shut to him. Nay, I'll tell you : He knows the very business of this hour; But he rejoices in the cause, and loves it : We've chang'da vow to live and die together, And he's at hand to ratify it here.
Pàgina 20 - A friend to dogs, for they are honest creatures And ne'er betray their masters; never fawn On any that they love not: well met, friend: Jaffeir!
Pàgina 74 - I charge thee, guard him from the wrongs my fate May do his future fortune, or his name. Now nearer yet [Approaching each other.
Pàgina 57 - Thou hast disgrac'd me, Pierre, by a vile blow: Had not a dagger done thee nobler justice? But use me as thou wilt, thou canst not wrong me, For I am fallen beneath the basest injuries; Yet look upon me with an eye of mercy, With pity and with charity behold me; Shut not thy heart against a friend's repentance, But as there dwells a god-like nature in thee Listen with mildness to my supplications. Pierr. What whining monk art thou ? what holy cheat, That wouldst encroach upon my credulous ears And...