The London Merchant: Or, the History of George Barnwell. As it is Acted at the Theatre Royal in Drury-Lane, by His Majesty's Servants. By Mr. Lillo

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Henry Lintot, 1754 - English drama - 70 pages

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Page 16 - I have no heir, no child but thee ; the fruits of many years successful industry must all be thine : now it would give me pleasure great...
Page 7 - I have attempted, indeed, to enlarge the province of the graver kind of poetry, and should be glad to see it carried on by some abler hand. Plays founded on moral tales in private life may be of admirable use by carrying conviction to the mind with such irresistible force as to engage all the faculties and powers of the soul in the cause of virtue by stifling vice in its first principles.
Page 34 - ... the unhospitable world, in misery and want, attended with fear and danger, and pursued by malice and revenge— wouldst thou endure all this for me, and can I do nothing, nothing to prevent it? LUCY. 'Tis really a pity there can be no way found out.
Page 50 - Think you I added sacrilege to murder? Oh! had you seen him as his life flowed from him in a crimson flood >. and heard him praying for me by the double...
Page 13 - THOROWGOOD'S house. [Enter THOROWGOOD and TRUEMAN.] TRUEMAN. Sir, the packet from Genoa is arrived. [Gives letters.] THOROWGOOD. Heav'n be praised! The storm that threatened our royal mistress, pure religion, liberty and laws, is for a time diverted. The haughty and revengeful Spaniard, disappointed of the loan on which he depended from Genoa, must now attend the slow return of wealth from his new world, to supply his empty coffers ere he can execute his...
Page 51 - Whining, preposterous, canting villain ! to murder your uncle, rob him of life, nature's first, last, dear prerogative, after which there's no injury, then fear to take what he no longer wanted, and bring to me your penury and guilt. Do you think I'll hazard my reputation, nay, my life, to entertain you ? Barn.
Page 45 - ... attracts each weeping eye, and fills the musing soul, at once, with grief and horror, pity and aversion. I will indulge the thought. The wise man prepares himself for death by making it familiar to his mind. When strong reflections hold the mirror near, and the living in the dead behold their future selves, how does each inordinate passion and desire cease, or sicken at the view!
Page 46 - Oh, do not look so tenderly upon me. Let indignation lighten from your eyes, and blast me ere you die. — By heaven, he weeps, in pity of my woes. Tears, — tears, for blood.
Page 17 - I would not that they should, unless his merit recommends him more. A noble birth and fortune, though they make not a bad man good, yet they are a real advantage to a worthy one, and place his virtues in the fairest light.
Page 22 - So! She has wheedled him out of his virtue of obedience already, and will strip him of all the rest, one after another, till she has left him. as few as her ladyship or myself.

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