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... thee ! CHAPLAIN . I fee your temper's mov'd , and I will trust you . CHAMONT . Wilt thou ? CHAPLAIN . I will . But if it ever ' scape you CHAMONT . It never fhall . CHAPLAIN . Swear then . CHAMONT . I do by all That's dear to me , by th ...
... thee ! CHAPLAIN . I fee your temper's mov'd , and I will trust you . CHAMONT . Wilt thou ? CHAPLAIN . I will . But if it ever ' scape you CHAMONT . It never fhall . CHAPLAIN . Swear then . CHAMONT . I do by all That's dear to me , by th ...
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... thou'rt dear , As honour to my name : dear as the light Το eyes but just restor'd , and heal'd of blindness : Why wilt thou not repose within my breaft The anguish that torments thee ? Oh ! I dare not . MONIMIA . CHAMONT . I have no ...
... thou'rt dear , As honour to my name : dear as the light Το eyes but just restor'd , and heal'd of blindness : Why wilt thou not repose within my breaft The anguish that torments thee ? Oh ! I dare not . MONIMIA . CHAMONT . I have no ...
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... wilt thou rack My foul fo long , Monimia ? Eafe me quickly ; Or thou wilt run me into madness first . ΜΟΝΙΜΙΑ . Could you be fecret ? CHAMONT . Secret as the grave . MONIMIA . But when I've told you , will you keep your fury Within its ...
... wilt thou rack My foul fo long , Monimia ? Eafe me quickly ; Or thou wilt run me into madness first . ΜΟΝΙΜΙΑ . Could you be fecret ? CHAMONT . Secret as the grave . MONIMIA . But when I've told you , will you keep your fury Within its ...
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... thee . What mean thefe fighs ? and why thus beats thy heart ? ΜΟΝΙΜΙΑ . Let me alone to forrow : ' tis a caufe None e'er fhall know : but it shall with me die . POLYDORE . Happy ... Wilt thou be fworn , my love ? will thou 96 THE ORPHA N.
... thee . What mean thefe fighs ? and why thus beats thy heart ? ΜΟΝΙΜΙΑ . Let me alone to forrow : ' tis a caufe None e'er fhall know : but it shall with me die . POLYDORE . Happy ... Wilt thou be fworn , my love ? will thou 96 THE ORPHA N.
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Viz. The Orphan, and Venice Preserv'd Thomas Otway. Wilt thou be fworn , my love ? will thou be ne'er Unkind again ? MONIMIA . Banifh fuch fruitless hopes ! Have you fworn conftancy to my undoing ? Will you be ne'er my friend again ...
Viz. The Orphan, and Venice Preserv'd Thomas Otway. Wilt thou be fworn , my love ? will thou be ne'er Unkind again ? MONIMIA . Banifh fuch fruitless hopes ! Have you fworn conftancy to my undoing ? Will you be ne'er my friend again ...
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ACASTO againſt ANTONIO AQUILINA arms art thou aſk becauſe BEDAMAR BELVIDERA beſt betray'd bofom breaſt brother buſineſs CASTALIO caufe cauſe CHAMONT CHAPLAIN curfe curft dagger dear defire e'er Enter eyes fafe falfe falſe fame fate father fcorn fear fecret fenate fhall figh firſt flave fome fons fool forrows fortune foul friendſhip ftill fuch fure fword happineſs Heav'n himſelf honeft honour houſe JAFFEIR juft juſt juſtice laſt little Nicky loft lord lov'd MAID Methinks MONIMIA moſt muft muſt myſelf Nacky ne'er never night paffion paſt peace PIERRE pity pleaſe pleaſure POLYDORE pr'ythee PRIULI reft RENAULT reſt SERINA ſhall ſhe ſhould ſpeak ſtill ſtory tears tell thee thefe there's theſe thofe thoſe thou art thou'rt thought thouſand truft truſt Twas twill us'd Venice villain virtue whofe whoſe wilt thou wiſhes worfe wretch wrong'd ΜΟΝΙΜΙΑ
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Page 154 - 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.
Page 153 - Lead me, lead me, my virgins! To that kind voice. My lord, my love, my refuge! Happy my eyes, when they behold thy face: My heavy heart will leave its doleful beating At sight of thee, and bound with sprightful joys.
Page 239 - Obedient to your will, kind to your wishes, Dear to your arms: by all the joys she gave you, When in her blooming years she was your treasure, Look kindly on me; in my face behold The lineaments of...
Page 154 - I'm dumb with the big thought; I swell and sigh, and labour with my longing. O lead me to some desert wide and wild, Barren as our misfortunes, where my soul May have its vent ; where I may tell aloud To the high Heavens and...
Page 156 - God, and watch thee till the morning. Jaff. Hear this, you Heavens, and wonder how you made her! Reign, reign, ye monarchs that divide the world, Busy rebellion ne'er will let you know Tranquillity and happiness like mine; Like gaudy ships, the obsequious billows fall And rise again, to lift you in your pride; They wait but for a storm and then devour you...
Page 147 - There's not a wretch that lives on common charity But's happier than me: for I have known The luscious sweets of plenty...
Page 187 - 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 ? Oh, now I find the cause my love forsakes me ! I am no longer fit to bear a share In his concernments : my weak female virtue Must not be trusted ; 'tis too frail and tender.
Page 256 - Where the free air, light, and the cheerful sun May never enter. Hang it round with black; ;Set up one taper that may last a day — As long as I've to live; and there all leave me, Sparing no tears when you this tale relate, But bid all cruel fathers dread my fate.
Page 226 - Burthensome to itself, a few years longer, To lose it, may be, at last in a lewd quarrel For some new friend, treacherous and false as thou art ! No, this vile world and I have long been jangling, And cannot part on better terms than now, When only men like thee are fit to live in't.
Page 145 - A sterile fortune and a barren bed Attend you both : continual discord make Your days and nights bitter, and grievous still ! May the hard hand of a vexatious need Oppress and grind you ; till at last you find The curse of disobedience all your portion.