The Fair Penitent. A Tragedy: Written by Nicholas Rowe, EsqJ. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, 1754 - 82 strán (strany) |
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Anguiſh Arms bafe baſe Beauty becauſe behold blefs bleft Breaft Califta Confufion cou'd Curfe dear Death doft thou Earth Enter Altamont Enter Horatio Enter Sciolto ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Eyes facred fafe fair FAIR PENITENT faithlefs falfe falſe fatal Father fave fhall fhould fierce figh fince fome Fondneſs Fool form'd Friend Friendſhip ftill fuch fullen fure fwear Genoa gentle Goodneſs GRACE Happineſs happy happy Day Heart Heav'n Honour Husband Infolence Juft Juftice laft Lavinia loft looſe Lord Loth Lothario Love Lucilla Misfortunes Miſtreſs muſt myſelf never Night noble o'er Paffion Peace Pity Pleaſure Pow'r publick racter Reaſon reft Roff Roffano Ruin Sciolto's Palace ſhall Shame ſhe Sorrow Soul ſwear Sword Tears tell thee thefe thofe thoſe thou art thou haft Thought Twas undone Vengeance Virtue weep wherefore Wiſhes wo'not wou'd Wretch wrong'd Youth
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Strana 16 - Oh, great Sciolto! Oh, my more than father! Let me not live, but at thy very name, My eager heart springs up, and leaps with joy.
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Strana 24 - It follows that his Justice dooms her dead, And breaks his Heart with Sorrow ; hard Return, For all the Good his Hand has heap'd on us : Hold, let me take a Moment's Thought. Enter Lavinia.
Strana 60 - It is enough ! but I am slow to Execute, And Justice lingers in my lazy Hand ; Thus let me wipe Dishonour from my Name, And cut thee from the Earth, thou Stain to Goodness.
Strana 69 - To tell me something; — for instruction then — He teaches holy sorrow and contrition, And penitence. — Is it become an art then? A trick that lazy, dull, luxurious gownmen Can teach us to do over? I'll no more on't; [Throwing away the Book.
Strana 62 - Stretch'd at my length, and dying in my cave, On that cold earth; I mean shall be my grave, Perhaps you may relent, and sighing say, At length her tears have...
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