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Alcanor Almeria ALONzo Alphonso Angelica behold Bellamy better blood canst Clar Clarinda COVENT GARDEN d'ye daughter dear death devil dost thou Enter JEREMY Epictetus Ereunt eyes face faith father fear Foresight fortune FRAIL Frank Frankly give hand happy haſ hear heart Heav'n Heli hither honour hope husband Jacintha King kiss lady Laura look lord Love for Love Lucetta madam Mahomet marry matter mean Mecca Mirvan Miss mistress never night o'er Osmond Osmyn Palm Palmira passion Phar poor pow'r rage Ranger rogue Scand Scandal SCENE secret Sicily Siffredi Sigismunda Sir Sampson slave soul speak Strict Strictland sure Tancred Tatt Tattle tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast thought Trapl tyrant Valentine virtue what's wife woman young Zaph Zaphna Zara
Page 4 - Looking tranquillity ! it strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.
Page 19 - And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Page 29 - I'll swear you are a nuisance to the neighbourhood. — What a bustle did you keep against the last invisible eclipse, laying in provision, as...
Page 83 - Here take your young mistress, and lock her up presently, till farther orders from me. — Not a word, hussy. Do what I bid you; no reply; away! And bid Robin make ready to give an account of his plate and linen, d'ye hear : begone when I bid you. Mrs. Fore. What is the matter, husband? Fore. Tis not convenient to tell you now.
Page 32 - What, I warrant my son thought nothing belonged to a father but forgiveness and affection ; no authority, no correction, no arbitrary power; nothing to be done, but for him to offend, and me to pardon. I warrant you, if he danced till doomsday, he thought I was to pay the piper.
Page 11 - If your younger brother should come from sea, he'd never look upon you again. You're undone, sir, you're ruined, you won't have a friend left in the world if you turn poet.
Page 52 - O my son ! from the blind dotage Of a father's fondness these ills arose; For thee I've been ambitious, base, and bloody: For thee I've...
Page 84 - I'm sure it is as I tell you. Scand. 'Sdeath ! it is a jest. I can't believe it. Ben. Look you, friend ; it is nothing to me, whether you believe it or no. What I say is true, d'ye see; they are married, or just going to be married, I know not which.
Page 52 - I'll speak sooner than you should believe that; and I'll speak truth, though one should always tell a lie to a man ; and I don't care, let my father do what he will ; I'm too big to be...