Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays, Volum 30

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Pàgina 47 - He blush'd not to invite me to his banquet. I went not ; and in that was I to blame ? Think you, there nothing had been found but peace-, From whence soon after...
Pàgina iv - ... for promotion in the Church. In July 1730 he was presented by his College to the rectory of Welwyn in Hertfordshire.
Pàgina 69 - I-ong as I live, I stand a world between you, And keep you distant as the poles asunder. Who takes my love, in mercy takes my life ; Thy bloody pass cleave through thy brother's breast. I beg, I challenge, I provoke my death. [His band upon his . Enter KING Per. You will not murder me? Dem. Yes, you and all. King. How like a tyger foaming o'er his prey!
Pàgina 61 - Why am I forc'd on this ungrateful office ? Yet can't I tell you more than fame has told ; Which says Demetrius is in league with Rome. Why weds ambition then an humble maid, But to gain me to treason ? What then follows ? They'll say the subtle statesman plann'd this marriage...
Pàgina 22 - A master self, that loves to domineer, And treat the monarch frankly as the slave ! How dost thou light a torch to distant deeds, Make the past present, and the future frown ! How, ever and anon, awake the soul, As with a peal of thunder, to strange horrors, In this long restless dream, which idiots hug, Nay, wise men flatter with the name of " life !
Pàgina 45 - You can't condemn me, Sir, to worse than this. • King. Than what, thou young deceiver ? While I live, You both with impious wishes grasp my sceptre : Nothing is sacred, nothing dear, but empire. Brother, nor father, can you bear; fierce lust Of empire burns, extinguish'd all beside. Why pant you for it ' to give others awe ? Be therefore aw'd yourselves, and tremble at it, While in a father's hand.
Pàgina 56 - Talk not of a grant: What a king ought not, that he cannot give ; And what is more than meet from princes' bounty, Is plunder, not a grant. Think you, his honour A perquisite belonging to your place, As favourite paramount ? Preserve the king From doing wrong, though wrong is done for you; And shew, 'tis not in favour to corrupt thee.
Pàgina 66 - Dymas' daughter shone above the rest, Illustrious in thy sight. Demetrius. Thy taunt, how false ! I no less press your int'rest than my own. Think you 'tis possible her heart, so long Inclin'd to me, the price of all my vows, Purchas'd by tears and groans, and paid me down In tenderest...
Pàgina 50 - He charges me with treason : If I'ma traitor, if I league with Rome, Why did his zeal forbear me till this hour ? Was treason then no crime, till (as he feigns) I sought his life ? Dares Perseus hold, so much, His father's welfare cheaper than his own .? Less cause have I, a brother, to complain. He says, I wade for empire through his blood : He says, I place my confidence in Rome : Why murder him, if Rome will crown my brow...
Pàgina 51 - Through fear of death, did he decline my banquet ? Could I expect admittance then at his ? These numerous pleas, at variance, overthrow Each other, and are advocates for me.

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