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Absurdities Action Applause Aristotle Author Battel Beauty behold Brother Marcus Cæsar Cato Cato's Cause Character Charms Cicero cou'd Country cter Danger Daughter Death Decius dost thou dreadful Enemies Ev'n ev'ry Eyes Fable fame Fate Father fays Fear Fourth Act Friends gedy give Gods Grief Guards Hall Hand hast hear Heart Heav'n Hero Honour Juba Juba's Julius Cæsar Liberty Love Lover Lucia Lucius Maid Mankind Manners Marc Marcia Nature never Number Numidian o'er Passion Persons Pharsalia Pity Play Plot Poet Port Portius Prince publick Quintilian racter Reason Resolution rife Roman Roman Senate Rome Rules Scene Scipio second Act Semp Sempronius Senate Sentiments shew sirst Slaves Sorrows Soul Stoick Success Sword Syph Syphax Tears tell thee thing Thoughts thro thy Brother Tompey Tort Tragedy Tragical Traytor Unity Utica Virtue virtuous Words World wou'd wou'dst young Youth
第 57 頁 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
第 42 頁 - Remember, O my friends, the laws, the rights, The generous plan of power deliver'd down, From age to age, by your renown'd forefathers, (So dearly bought, the price of so much blood) O let it never perish in your hands ! But piously transmit it to your children.
第 5 頁 - I'll straight away, And while the fathers of the senate meet In close debate to weigh th' events of war, I'll animate the soldiers' drooping courage, With love of freedom, and contempt of life. Ill thunder in their ears their country's cause, And try to rouse up all that's Roman in 'em.
第 19 頁 - Rome fall a moment ere her time? No, let us draw her term of freedom out In its full length, and spin it to the last, So shall we gain still one day's liberty; And let me perish, but in Cato's judgment, A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
第 18 頁 - Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ! No, let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his throng"d legions, and charge home upon him.
第 12 頁 - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin that I admire. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
第 62 頁 - Tis this that shakes our country with alarms, And gives up Rome a prey to Roman arms, Produces fraud, and cruelty, and strife, . And robs the guilty world of Cato's life.
第 46 頁 - I've track'd her to her covert. Be sure you mind the word, and when I give it, Rush in at once, and seize upon your prey. Let not her cries or tears have force to move you. How will the young Numidian rave, to see His mistress lost! If aught could glad my soul, Beyond th' enjoyment of so bright a prize, 'Twould be to torture that young gay barbarian.