The Revenge: A Tragedy. As it is Acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane. By His Majesty's Servants

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W. Chetwood ... and S. Chapman, 1721 - 63 pages
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Page 63 - This was the only method to subdue me. Terror and doubt fall on me : all thy good Now blazes ; all thy guilt is in the grave.
Page 21 - Tho' deep my pangs, and heavy at my heart, My comfort is, each moment takes away A grain at least from the dead load that's on me, And gives a nearer prospect of the grave. But put it most...
Page 44 - This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Those skies, through which it rolls, must all have end. What then is man ? the smallest part of nothing. Day buries day, month month, and year the year, Our life is but a chain of many deaths; Can then death's self be fear'd ? our life much rather.
Page 5 - Think you my father too indulgent to me, That he claims no dominion o'er my tears ? A daughter sure may be right dutiful...
Page 13 - She's gone, and I shall see that face no more ; But pine in absence, and till death adore. When with cold dew my fainting brow is hung, And my eyes darken, from my fault'ring tongue Her name will tremble with a feeble moan, And love with fate divide my dying groan.
Page 8 - Don Carlos; My friend, (and never was a friend more dear) Deputed me his advocate in love, To talk to Leonora's heart, and make A tender party in her thoughts for him. What did I do ? 1 lov'd myself.
Page 44 - And is it thus a wedded life begins ? What did I part with, when I gave my heart ? I knew not that all happiness went with it. Why did I leave my tender father's wing, And venture into love...
Page 51 - O, what a sight is here ! How dreadful fair ! Who would not think that being innocent ? Where shall I strike ? who strikes her, strikes himself. My own life-blood will issue at her wound.
Page 3 - Has strove to bury it beneath a heap Of kindnesses, and thinks it is forgot. Insolent thought ! and like a second blow ! Affronts are innocent, where men are worthless ; And such alone can wisely drop revenge.
Page 52 - Why this Alonzo says ; If love were endless, men were gods ; 'tis that Does counterbalance travel, danger, pain 'Tis Heaven's expedient to make mortals bear The light, and cheat them of the peaceful grave. Leon...

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