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" Sir, we lose time ; the troops are mounted all. ANT. Then give the word to march : I long to leave this prison of a town, To join thy legions ; and, in open field, Once more to show my face. Lead, my deliverer. "
The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the ... - Sivu 24
muokkaaja - 1808
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Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays

John Bell - 1776 - 382 sivua
...me before him, *• To the world's ridge, and (Weeps me off like- rubbifh }*~ Vent. Sir, welofetime; the troops are mounted all.. Ant. Then give the word to march. I long to leave this prifon of a town, To join thy legions ; and, in open field, Once more to (how my face. Lead, my deliverer.,...

Bell's British Theatre, Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays ...

John Bell - 1780 - 382 sivua
...way, drives me before him ' To the world's ridge, and fweeps me off like rubbifh?"' Vent. Sir, we lofe time ; the troops are mounted all. Ant. Then give the word to march : I long to leave this prifon.of a town To join thy legions, and in open field Once more to fhow my face. Lead, my deliverer....

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

John Bell - 1776 - 422 sivua
...Drives me before him, To the world's ridge, andfweeps me off like rubbifh ?' Vent. Sir, weloietime; the troops are mounted all.. Ant. Then give the word to march.. I long to leave this prifon of a town, To join thy legions ; and, in open field, Once more to ihow my face. Lead, my deliverer.....

Bell's British Theatre, Nide 16

John Bell - 1797 - 458 sivua
...bids my age make way, drives me before him " To the world's ridge, and sweeps me off like rubbish i" Vent. Sir, we lose time ; the troops are mounted all....Once more to show my face. Lead, my deliverer. Enter A LEX AS. Alex. Great emperor, In mighty arms renown'd above mankind. But in soft pity to th' oppress'da...

The British drama, Nide 1

British drama - 1804 - 946 sivua
...me, Who bids my age make way, drives me before To the world's ridge, and sweeps me off like rubbish? Vent. Sir, we lose time ; the troops are mounted all....to show my face. Lead, my deliverer ! Enter ALEXAS. A lei. Great emperor, In mighty arras renowned above mankind, But, in soft pity to the oppressed, a...

Sharpe's British Theatre, Nide 16

1805 - 282 sivua
...Who hids my age make way, drives me hefore " To the world's ridge, and sweeps nie off like ruhhish?" Vent. Sir, we lose time; the troops are mounted all. Ant. Then give the word to march: I loug to leave this prisou of a town To join thy legious, and in open fltId Once more to show my face....

The British drama, Nide 1

British drama - 1804 - 954 sivua
...me, Who bids my age make way, drives me before To the world's ridge, and sweeps me off like rubbish? Vent. Sir, we lose time ; the troops are mounted all. Ant. Then give the word to march : I Ion« to leave this prison of a town, To join thy legions, and in open field Once more to show my face....

The British Drama: Tragedies. 2 v

1804 - 516 sivua
...me, Who bids my age make way, drives me before To the world's ridge, and sweeps me off like rubbish? Vent. Sir, we lose time ; the troops are mounted all. Ant. Then give the word to march : I Ions to leave this prison of a town, To join thy legions, and in open field Once more to show my face....

The British Drama: pt. 1-2. Tragedies

1804 - 510 sivua
...Who bids my age make way, drives me before him To the world's ridge, and sweeps me off like rubbish? Vent. Sir, we lose time ; the troops are mounted all. Ant. Then give the word to march : Т long to leave this prison of a town; To join thy legions, and in open field Once more to show...

Rule a Wife and Have a Wife: A Comedy in Five Acts

John Fletcher, David Garrick - 1808 - 410 sivua
...this, Who cares not trust his fate for one great action, Be all the care of Heav'n ? Why should he ford it O'er fourscore thousand men, of whom each one Is...emperor, In mighty arms renown'd above mankind, But in sort pity to th' oppress'da god, This message sends the mournful Cleopatra, To her departing lord....




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