British Theatre: The gamester, by Edward Moore. 1792. Earl of Warwick, by Dr. Franklin. 1792. The Roman father, altered from Mr. W. Whitehead. 1792. The Countess of Salisbury, by Hall Hartson. 1793J. Bell, 1792 - English drama |
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arms art thou Bates Beverley Beverley's breast brother Char Charlotte charms Curiatius curse dare dear death distress dread EARL OF WARWICK Edward Eliz Elizabeth Enter ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes fame father fear fond forget forgive fortune friendship Grey grief hand happy hast thou hath hear heard heart Heaven honest honour hope Horatia hour Jarvis king Lady Sal Lewson live look Lord Sal Lord Salisbury lov'd Lucy madam Marg MARGARET of ANJOU means night noble o'er passion peace Pemb Pembroke perhaps pity poor pow'r Rome ruin Salisbury SCENE shalt shame sister smiles sorrows soul speak Stuke Suff Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thank thee there's thou art thou hast thou know'st thought told Tullus TULLUS HOSTILIUS twas twill Valeria vengeance villain virtue Warw Warwick wife wretch wrongs
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Page 51 - I think more charitably ; yet I am peevish in my nature, and apt to doubt — The world speaks fairly of this Dawson ; so it does of the rest.
Page 67 - Those, you would rob him of, and, by a lingering death, add cruelty to murder. Henceforth, adieu to half-made villains — There's danger in them. What you have got, is yours — keep it, and hide with it — I'll deal my future bounty to those that merit it. Bates. What's the reward ? Stuke. Equal division of our gains. I swear it, and will be just. Bates. Think of the means then.
Page 23 - No; he expects money from me; but I'll have none. His wife's jewels must go Women are easy creatures, and refuse nothing where they love. Follow to Wilson's; but be sure he sees you not.
Page 65 - twas a fatal stroke, But shall not wound our peace. This kind embrace Shall spread a sweet oblivion o'er our sorrows ; Or, if in after times, though 'tis not long That I shall trouble you, some sad remembrance, Should steal a sigh, and peevish age forget Its resolution, only boldly say Thou sav'dst the state, and I'll intreat forgiveness.
Page 18 - That you're a lover, and have learn'd the art To raise vain scruples, and torment yourself With every distant hint of fancied ill. Your Curiatius still remains the same. My brother idly trifled with your passion, Or might, perhaps, unheedingly relate What you too nearly feel. But see, your father. Horatia. He seems transported ; sure some happy news Has brought him back thus eady.
Page 41 - Of venal statesmen, shall recal my name To witness that they want not an example, And plead my guilt to sanctify their own. Amidst the herd of mercenary slaves That haunt your court, could none be found but Warwick To be the shameless herald of a lie ? Edw.
Page 25 - I have no heart to see this change. Bev. Nor I to bear it. How speaks the world of me. Jarvis ? Jar. As of a good man dead. Of one who, walking in a dream, fell down a precipice. The world is sorry for you.
Page 91 - I was too busy in his secrets, and therefore doomed to die. Bates, to prevent the murder, undertook it — I kept aloof to give it credit. Char. And gave me pangs unutterable.
Page 24 - Uncheck'd by reason, and the pow'rful voice Of friendship, which, I fear, is heard no more By thoughtless Edward. 'Tis the curse of kings To be surrounded by a venal herd Of flatt'rers, that soothe his darling vices, And rob their master of his subjects
Page 24 - What had I to do with play ? — I wanted nothing — My wishes and my means were equal.— The poor followed me with blessings, love scattered roses on my pillow, and morning waked me to delight — Oh, bitter thought, that leads to what I was, by what I am ! I would forget both — Who's there ? Enter a WAITER.