The dramatic works of ... George Granville |
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Strana 10
... sure . Chru . My dearest lord , you wrong my tender love , Poffeffing you , what is there left to wish ? But ah ! who fear to lose what they have got , May grieve as much as those who weep for more . Ag . Both to yourself , and me ...
... sure . Chru . My dearest lord , you wrong my tender love , Poffeffing you , what is there left to wish ? But ah ! who fear to lose what they have got , May grieve as much as those who weep for more . Ag . Both to yourself , and me ...
Strana 46
... Sure the approaches madam , will you meet The show it may be worth your curiosity . --- Chru . D'ye mock me , Greek ? am I become your I thank ye , gods , tho ' love is mine no more , Yet vengeance is ungrateful man ! And was I kept ...
... Sure the approaches madam , will you meet The show it may be worth your curiosity . --- Chru . D'ye mock me , Greek ? am I become your I thank ye , gods , tho ' love is mine no more , Yet vengeance is ungrateful man ! And was I kept ...
Strana 83
... promised to determine , which of the four is moft his inclination Dia . Really , brother , as I don't doubt but that I am the perfon- Mel . You the perfon ! Mir . Sure he has more wit than to choose E 2 ALWAYS A LOVER . 83.
... promised to determine , which of the four is moft his inclination Dia . Really , brother , as I don't doubt but that I am the perfon- Mel . You the perfon ! Mir . Sure he has more wit than to choose E 2 ALWAYS A LOVER . 83.
Strana 84
George Granville (baron Lansdowne.) Mir . Sure he has more wit than to choose the oldeft . Dia . Impertinence ! the oldest ! Dor . Dear fifters , have patience . Let us know a little more of the gentleman's mind before we fall out for ...
George Granville (baron Lansdowne.) Mir . Sure he has more wit than to choose the oldeft . Dia . Impertinence ! the oldest ! Dor . Dear fifters , have patience . Let us know a little more of the gentleman's mind before we fall out for ...
Strana 97
... Sure Cupid shot the gentleman with a blunderbufs ! -- four fuch dreadful wounds could never have been made with a dart . Dia . I profefs , I blush to propofe fuch an expedient as a - tete a tete - but I vow and protest tho ' I am almoft ...
... Sure Cupid shot the gentleman with a blunderbufs ! -- four fuch dreadful wounds could never have been made with a dart . Dia . I profefs , I blush to propofe fuch an expedient as a - tete a tete - but I vow and protest tho ' I am almoft ...
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Strana 148 - And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say Shylock, we would have moneys...
Strana 3 - Thine be the laurel then j thy blooming age Can beft, if any can, fupport the ftage ; Which fo declines, that fhortly we may fee Players and plays reduc'd to fecond infancy. Sharp to the world, but thoughtlefs of renown, They plot not on the ftage, but on the town, And, in defpair their empty pit to fill, Set up fome foreign monfter in a bill. Thus they jog on, ftill tricking, never thriving, And murd'ring plays, which they mifcal reviving. Our fenfe is nonfenfe, thro...
Strana 222 - Blame them who wound, and not your flave who dies: If we may love, then fure we may declare ; If we may not, ah ! why are you fo fair ? Who can unmov'd behold that heavenly face, Thofe radiant eyes, and that rcfiftlcfs grace i OK i AN A.
Strana 209 - What faid I not, upon the fatal night, When you avow'd your meditated flight ? ^Was it your love that prompted you to part, To leave me dying, and to break my heart ? See whom you fled, inhuman and ingrate, Repent your folly, but repent too late.
Strana 231 - Love had been yours, to die had been my part : Thus Fate divides the prize; though Beauty's mine, Yet Fame, our other mistress, is more thine.
Strana 228 - Wrong not my virtue, to fuppofe that I Can grant to love, what duty muft deny ; A father's will is wanting, and my...
Strana 211 - Frefti from her Wound: Pale Horror and Affright Seiz'd the falfe Man, confounded at the Sight, Trembling he gaz'd...
Strana 230 - sa burthen to himfelf and you, Fate and the king all other means deny To fet you free, but that Conftantius die : A Roman arm had play'da...
Strana 211 - Banifh'd from joy, from empire, and from light; In death involve me, and in endlefs night, But keep— that odious objeft— from my fight.
Strana 200 - Friendfhip, efteem, be yours ; bereft before Of all my love, what can I offer more ? Your rival's image in your worth I view, And what I lov'd in him, efteem in you ; Had your complaint been...