Roman Father, The - Act 4

ACT IV.

SCENE I.

A room in H ORATIUS'S house .

Enter H ORATIUS , V ALERIA following .

H ORATIUS .

A WAY , away — I feel my strength renew'd,
And I will hunt the villain thro' the world;
No desarts shall conceal, nor darkness hide him.
He is well skill'd in flight; but he shall find
'Tis not so easy to elude the vengeance
Of a wrong'd father's arm, as to escape
His adversary's sword.

Roman Father, The - Act 3

ACT III. SCENE I.

Scene continues.

V ALERIUS and V ALERIA meeting .

V ALERIUS .

Now , my V ALERIA , where's the charming maid
Who calls me to her? with a lover's haste
I fly to execute the dear command.

V ALERIA .

'Tis not the lover, but the friend she wants,
If thou dar'st own that name.

V ALERIUS .

The friend, my sister!
There's more than friendship in a lover's breast,

Roman Father, The - Act 2

ACT II.

SCENE I.

Scene continues.

Enter H ORATIA and V ALERIA .

H ORATIA .

A LAS , how easily do we admit
The thing we wish were true! yet sure, V ALERIA ,
This seeming negligence of C URIATIUS
Betrays a secret coldness at the heart.
May not long absence, or the charms of war
Have damp'd, at least, if not effac'd, his passion?
I know not what to think.

V ALERIA .

Roman Father, The - Act 1

ACT I.

SCENE I.

A room in H ORATIUS 's house .

A Soldier crosses the Stage , H ORATIA following eagerly .

H ORATIA .

Stay , soldier. — As you parted from my father,
Something I overheard of near concern,
But all imperfectly. Said you not Alba
Was on the brink of fate, and Rome determin'd
This day to crush her haughty rival's power,
Or perish in th' attempt?

S OLDIER .

'Twas so resolv'd

Prologue -

Spoken by Mr. BARRY.

B RITONS , to-night in native pomp we come ,
True heroes all, from virtuous ancient Rome;
In those far distant times when Romans knew
The sweets of guarded liberty, like you;
And, safe from ills which force or faction brings,
Saw freedom reign beneath the smile of kings.
Yet from such times, and such plain chiefs as these,
What can we frame a polish'd age to please?
Say, can you listen to the artless woes
Of an old tale, which every school-boy knows?

Sophy, The - Act 5

ACT V. SCENE I.

Enter Prince.

Prince . If Happiness be a substantial Good,
Not fram'd of accidents, nor subject to'em,
I err'd to seek it in a blind Revenge,
Or think it lost in loss of Sight, or Empire;
'Tis something sure within us, not subjected
To sense of sight, only to be discern'd
By Reason, my Soul's Eye, and that still sees
Clearly, and clearer for the want of these;
For gazing through these Windows of the Body,

Sophy, The - Act 4

ACT IV. SCENE I.

Enter Abdall and Morat.

Abd. I Ever fear'd the Prince's too much greatness
Would make him less: the gretast heights are near
The greatest Precipice.
Mor. 'Tis in Worldly accidents
As in the World it self, where things most distant
Meet one another: Thus the East and West,
Upon the Globe, a Mathematick point
Only divides: Thus Happiness and Misery,
And all extreams, are still contiguous.

Sophy, The - Act 3

ACT III. SCENE I.

Enter King and Haly.

King. B U t Haly , What Confederates has the Prince
In his Conspiracy?
Ha. Sir, I can yet suspect
None but the Turkish Prisoners, and that only
From their laten sudden flight.
King. Are they fled? For what?
Ha. That, their own fears best know; their Entertainment
I'm sure was such as could not minister
Suspicion or Dislike: but sure they're conscious

Sophy, The - Act 2

ACT II. SCENE I.

Enter Prince, Haly, Captains, Prisoners, and Bashawes.

Prince. P R ay let these Strangers find such Entertainment
As you would have desir'd,
Had but the chance of War determin'd it
For them, as now for us. And you, brave Enemies,
Forget your Nation, and ungrateful Master;
And know that I can set so high a Price
On Valour, though in Foes, as to reward it
With Trust and Honour.
I Bashaw. Sir, your twice-conquered Vassals,

Sophy, The - Act 1

ACT I. SCENE I

Enter A BDALL and Morat .

Mor. M Y Lord, you have good Intelligence,
What News from the Army,
Any certainty of their Design or Strength?
Abd. We know not thier Design: But for their Strength,
The disproportion is so great, we cannot but
Expect a fatal Consequence.
Mor. How great, my Lord?
Abd. The Turks are fourscore thousand Foot,
And fifty thousand Horse. And we in the whole

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