 Burn ! First burn, and level Venice to thy ruin. What ! starve like beggars' brats in frosty weather, Under a hedge, and whine ourselves to death ! Thou, or thy cause, shall never want assistance, Whilst I have blood or fortune fit to serve thee; Command...  The modern British drama - Page 439by British drama - 1811Full view - About this book
 | Thomas Otway - 1899 - 64 pages
...What ! starve like beggars' brats in frosty weather, Under a hedge, and whine ourselves to de_ath ! Thou, or thy cause, shall never want assistance, Whilst...blood or fortune fit to serve thee: Command my heart, thou'rt every way its master. JAFFIER. No ; there's a secret pride in bravely dying. PIERRE. Rats die... | |
 | Thomas Otway - English drama - 1767 - 292 pages
...heart : thou'rt every way its mafter. JAFFEIR. No, there's a fecret pride in bravely dying. PIERRE. Rats die in holes and corners, dogs run mad ; Man knows a braver remedy for forrow. Revenge ! the attribute of Gods ; they ftampt it "With their great image on our natures : die... | |
 | Thomas Otway - English drama (Tragedy) - 1797 - 456 pages
...Oh II shall drown thee with my sorrows. Pier. Burn, First, burn and level Venice to thy raiu. What ! starve, like beggars! brats, in frosty weather, Under a hedge, and whine ourselves to death I Thou or thy cause, shall never want assistance, Whilst I have blood or fortune fit to serve thee... | |
 | John Bell - English drama - 1792 - 340 pages
...What ! starve, like beggars' brats, in frosty weathef, Under a hedge, and whine ourselves to death 1 Thou or thy cause, shall never want assistance, Whilst...blood or fortune fit to serve thee : Command my heart, thou'rt every way its master. Jaf. No, there's a secret pride in bravely dying. Pitr. Rats die in holes... | |
 | John Bell - English drama - 1797 - 460 pages
...! I shall drown thee with my sorrows. Pier. Burn, First, burn and level Venice to thy ruin. What ! starve, like beggars' brats, in frosty weather, Under...blood or fortune fit to serve thee : Command my heart, thou'rt every way its master. Jaf. No, there's a secret pride in bravely dying. Pier. Kafs die in holes... | |
 | English drama - 1804 - 510 pages
...First burn and level Venice to thy ruin ! What ! starve, like beggars' brats, in frosty weather, lJnder a hedge, and whine ourselves to death ! Thou, or thy...assistance, Whilst I have blood or fortune fit to serve thec : Command my heart ! thou art every way its master. Jaf. No, there's a secret pride in bravely... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 946 pages
...Burn, First bum and level Venice to thy ruin ! What ! starve, like beggars' brats, in frosty weather, Whilst I have blood or fortune fit to serve thee : Command my heart ! thou art every way its master. Jaf. No, there's a secret pride in bravely dying. Pier. 1 1 ats die in holes and corners ; dogs run... | |
 | English drama - 1804 - 516 pages
...Burn, First tram and level Venice to thy ruin ! What ! starve, like beggars' brats, in frosty weather, Whilst I have blood or fortune fit to serve thee : Command my heart ! thou art every way its master. Jaf. No, there's a secret pride in bravely dying. Pier. Rats die in holes and corners ; dogs run mad:... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 954 pages
...level Venice to thy ruin ! What ! ftarve, like beggars' brats, in frosty weather, Whilst I have Monti or fortune fit to serve thee : Command my heart ! thou art every way its master. Jaf. No, there's a secret pride in bravely dying. Pier. Rats die in holes and corners ; dogs run mad:.... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - English drama - 1808 - 376 pages
...sorrows. Pierre. Burn, First, burn and level Venice to thy ruin. What ! starve, like beggars' brals, in frosty weather, Under a hedge, and whine ourselves...blood or fortune fit to serve thee : Command my heart, thou'rt every way its master. Jaff. No ; there's a secret pride in bravely dying. Pierre. Rats die... | |
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