 And, when your march begins, let one run after, Breathless almost for joy, and cry, "She's dead." The soldiers shout; you then, perhaps, may sigh, And muster all your Roman gravity: Ventidius chides; and straight your brow clears up, As I had never been.  The British Drama: A Collection of the Most Esteemed Tragedies, Comedies ... - Page 4551832Full view - About this book
 | Susanna Centlivre - 1797 - 462 pages
...dear int'rest pulls too strong for these Weak arms to hold you here [Tahts his hand. Go, leave me, soldier, (For you're no more a lover) leave me dying;...one run after, Breathless almost for joy, and cry, She's dead I The soldiers shout. You then perhaps may sigh, And muster all your Roman gravity; Ventidius... | |
 | John Bell - English drama - 1797 - 458 pages
...dear int'rest pulls too strong for these Weak arms to hold you here [Takes his haul, Go, leave me, soldier, (For you're no more a lover) leave me dying;...one run after, Breathless almost for joy, and cry, She's dead I The soldiers shout. You then perhaps may sigh, And muster all your Roman gravity ; Ventidius... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 954 pages
...dear interest pulls to strong for these Weak arms to hold you here — [Takes his /land. Go, leave me, soldier, (For you're no more a lover) leave me dying...one run after, Breathless almost for joy, and cry, ' She's dead !' The soldiers shout. You then perhaps may sigh, And muster all your Roman gravity; Ventidius... | |
 | English drama - 1804 - 510 pages
...dear interest pulls to strong for these Weak arms to hold you here — [Takes his hand. Go, leave me, soldier, (For you're no more a lover) leave me dying...when your march begins, let one run after, Breathless ahuost for joy, and cry, ' She's dead !' The soldiers shout. You then perhaps may sigh, And muster... | |
 | English drama - 1804 - 516 pages
...dear interest pulls to strong for these Weak arms to hold you here — [Takeshlshund. Go, leave me, soldier, (For you're no more a lover) leave me dying;...me all pale and panting from your bosom, And, when yihir march begins, let one run nlter, Breathless almost for joy, and cry, ' She's dead !' The soldiers... | |
 | English drama - 1805 - 282 pages
...too stroug for these i Weak arms to hold you here [Takes his Sand. Go, leave me, soldier, (For yon're no more a lover) leave me dying; Push me all pale and panting from your hosom, And when your inarch hegius let oue run after, Breathltfs almost for joy, and cry, She's dead... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - English drama - 1808 - 410 pages
...dear int'rest pulls too strong for these Weak .arms to hold you here [Takes his Hand. Go, leave me, soldier, (F'or you're no more a lover) leave me dying...one run after, Breathless almost for joy, and cry, " She's dead !" The soldiers shout. You then perhaps may sigh, And muster all your Roman gravity ;... | |
 | John Dryden - English literature - 1808 - 436 pages
...dear interest pulls too strong, for these Weak arms to hold you here. [Takes his hand* Go ; leave me, soldier ; (For you're no more a lover :) leave me...one run after, Breathless almost for joy, and cry — she's dead : The soldiers shout ; you then, perhaps, may sigh, And muster all jour Roman gravity:... | |
 | John Fletcher, David Garrick - 1808 - 410 pages
...dear ir.t'rest pulls too strong for these \Veak arms to hold you here \Takcs his Hand. Go, leave me, soldier, (For you're no more a lover) leave me dying;...all pale and panting from your bosom, And when your inarch begins let one run after, Breathless almost for joy, and cry, " She's dead !" The soldiers shout.... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - English drama - 1808 - 416 pages
...your march begins let one run after, Breathless almost for joy, and cry, " She's dead !" The soldiers shout. You then perhaps may sigh, And muster all your...gravity; Ventidius chides, and straight your brow clears up, As I had never been. Ant. Gods ! 'tis too much ! too much for man to bear! Cleo. What, is't for... | |
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