 | Thomas Otway - 1899 - 64 ページ
...neck, I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. Oh, I shall drown thee with my sorrows. PIERRE. Burn, First burn, and level Venice to thy ruin. What ! starve...frosty weather, Under a hedge, and whine ourselves to de_ath ! Thou, or thy cause, shall never want assistance, Whilst I have blood or fortune fit to serve... | |
 | Thomas Otway - 1766 - 92 ページ
...Hood a Ruffian with a horrid Face, B 2 Lorddd 'ai .'•' ! u I i. if ul falfe ; nnocence it. Firft burn, and level Venice to thy Ruin. What ! Starve like Beggars Brats in Frofty Weather Under a Hedge, and whine ourfelves to Death ! Thou, or thy Caufe, fhall never want Afliftance,... | |
 | Thomas Otway - 1797 - 456 ページ
...bosom. 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 - 1792 - 340 ページ
...neck, I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. Oh II shall drown thee with my sorrows. Pier. Burn, First, burn and level Venice to thy ruin. 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,... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 460 ページ
...neck, I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. Oh ! I shall drown thee with my sorrows. Pier. Burn, First, burn and level Venice to thy ruin. What ! starve,...: Command my heart, thou'rt every way its master. Jaf. No, there's a secret pride in bravely dying. Pier. Kafs die in holes and corners, dogs run mad... | |
 | 1804 - 510 ページ
...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... | |
 | 1804 - 516 ページ
...the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. Oh ! I shall drown thee with my sorrows. Pier. 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.... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 946 ページ
...play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. On ! I shall drown thee with my sorrows. Pier. 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.... | |
 | 1804 - 266 ページ
...sorrows. Pier. Burn, First, hurn and level Venice to thy ruin. What ! starve, like hc?gar&' hrats, in frosty weather, Under a hedge, and whine ourselves to death! Thou or ihy canse; shall never want a l'sistance, Whilst I have hlood or fortune fit to serve thee : Command... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 376 ページ
...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...Jaff. No ; there's a secret pride in bravely dying. Pierre. Rats die in holes and corners, dogs run mad ; Man knows a braver remedy for sorrow ; Revenge,... | |
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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... 
