Venice Preserved: A Tragedy, in Five Acts, Issue 14

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T.H. Lacy, 1899 - 56 pages

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Page 43 - Friendship or interest with thee, though our years Were to exceed those limited the world. ^/Take it — farewell — for now I owe thee nothing.
Page 11 - Oh woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you ! Angels are painted fair to look like you : There's in you all, that we believe of" heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Page 46 - Where's my friend ? my friend, thou smiling mischief ! Nay, shrink not, now 'tis too late ; " thou should'st have fled " When thy guilt first had cause ;" for dire revenge Is up, and raging for my friend. He groans!
Page 10 - Thou mad'st me what I am, with all the spirit, Aspiring thoughts, and elegant desires, That fill the happiest man ? Ah...
Page 7 - I think no safety can be here for virtue, And grieve, my friend, as much as thou to live In such a wretched state as this of Venice; Where all agree to spoil the public good, And villains fatten with the brave man's labours.
Page 10 - Lead me, lead me, my virgins, To that kind voice. My lord, my love, my refuge ! Happy my eyes, when they behold thy face : My heavy heart will leave its doleful beating At sight of thee, and bound with sprightful joys.
Page 5 - Were I that thief, the doer of such wrongs As you upbraid me with, what hinders me But I might send her back to you with contumely, And court my fortune where she would be kinder!
Page 3 - Not hear me ! by my sufferings, but you shall! My lord, my lord, I'm not that abject wretch You think me : patience ! where's the distance throws Me back so far, but I may boldly speak In right, though proud oppression will not hear me ! Pri.
Page 4 - Redeem'd her life with half the loss of mine. Like a rich conquest, in one hand I bore her, And with the other dash'd the saucy waves, That throng'd and press'd to rob me of my prize.
Page 4 - Tis to me you owe her; Childless you had been else, and in the grave Your name extinct ; no more Priuli heard of. You may remember, scarce five years are past, Since in your brigantine you sail'd to see The Adriatic wedded by our Duke ; And I was with you.

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