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ACASTO Arms bear BELVIDER Belvidera Blood born bring Brother Caftalio CAIUS MARIUS CAST ALIO Cauſe CHAMONT dead dear Death e'er Enter Eyes Face fair fall Fate Father Fears firſt Fool Fortune Friend give Gods gone grow Guards Hand hate Head hear heard Heart Heav'n Honour hope Hour I'll JAFFEIR keep kind laſt LAVINIA leave live look Lord Love MARIUS Junior means meet METELLUS Mind Monimia moſt muſt myſelf Name Nature ne'er never Night NURSE Office once Peace PIERRE Pity POLYDOR poor RENAULT Rome ſay ſee Senate ſhall ſhe ſhould Slave ſome Soul ſpeak ſtill ſuch Sulpitius ſure Sylla Tears tell thee there's theſe thing thoſe thou thou art thought Till Villain Virtue whoſe wilt Wiſhes World wretched Wrongs young
Стр. 239 - 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.
Стр. 164 - Give me my Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Стр. 240 - 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...
Стр. 146 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Стр. 230 - I that thief, the doer of such wrongs As you upbraid me with, what hinders me But I might send her back to you with contumely, And court my fortune where she would be kinder ? Pri.
Стр. 238 - 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.
Стр. 69 - tis in my head ; 'tis in my heart, Tis every where ; it rages like a madness ; And I most wonder how my reason holds ; Nay, wonder not, Monimia : the slave You thought you had secur'd within my breast, Is grown a rebel, and has broke his chain, And now he walks there like a lord at large.
Стр. 238 - Does this appear like change, or love decaying, When thus I throw myself into thy bosom With all the resolution of a strong truth?