 | 1823 - 428 Seiten
...the passes Of your own life ; you'll find it impossible To flie your fate. EC. Oftie your fate. Del. Hark : the dead stones seem to have pity on you, And...will not talk with thee ; For thou art a dead thing. EC. Thou art a dead thing. Ant. My dutchess is asleep now, And her little ones, I hope, sweetly ; oh,... | |
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1823 - 426 Seiten
...the passes Of your own life ; you'll find it impossible To flie your fate. EC. Oflie your fate. Del. Hark : the dead stones seem to have pity on you, And...will not talk with thee ; For thou art a dead thing. EC. Thou art a dead thing. Ant. My dutchess is asleep now, And her little ones, I hope, sweetly ; oh,... | |
 | 1823 - 428 Seiten
...the passes Of your own life ; you'll find it impossible To flie your fate. Ec. Ofiie your fate. Del. Hark : the dead stones seem to have pity on you, And...will not talk with thee ; For thou art a dead thing. Ec. Thou art a dead thing. Ant. My dutchess is asleep now, And her little ones, I hope, sweetly ; oh,... | |
 | John Webster, Alexander Dyce - 1830 - 398 Seiten
...find it impossible * go] Omitted in the 4to. 1640. To fly your fate. ECHO. 0 fly your fate I DELIO. Hark ! the dead stones seem to have pity on you, And...good counsel. ANT. Echo, I will not talk with thee, Forthou art a dead thing. ECHO. Thou art a dead thing. ANT. My dutchess is a-sleep now, And her little... | |
 | John Webster, Alexander Dyce - 1830 - 384 Seiten
...authority,) has " passages," which may be the right reading. To fly your fate. ECHO. Ofiy your fate ! DELIO. Hark ! the dead stones seem to have pity on you, And...good counsel. ANT. Echo, I will not talk with thee, Forthou art a dead thing. ECHO. Thou art a dead thing. ANT. My dutchess is a-sleep now, And her little... | |
 | Samuel Astley Dunham - 1837 - 418 Seiten
...passes Of your own life, you '11 find it impossible To fly your fate. " Echo. O fly your fate ! " Delio. Hark ! the dead stones seem to have pity on you, And...dead thing. " Echo. Thou art a dead thing. " Ant. My dutehess is asleep now, And her little ones, I hope sweetly : O heaven, Shall I never see her more... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1841 - 844 Seiten
...Oh, fly your fate. Del. Hark : the dead stones seem to have pity And give you good counsel. [on you. show, but none in practice ; Or rather like some reverend monument, Whose ruins are even pit You may [make it Ant. My duchess is asleep now, And her little ones, I hope sweetly : Oh, heaven !... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1844 - 846 Seiten
...Oh, fly your fate. Del. Hark : the dead stones seem to have pity And give you good counsel. [on you. Ant. Echo, I will not talk with thee, For thou art...is asleep now, And her little ones, I hope sweetly : Oh, heaven ! Shall I never see her more ! Echo. Never see her more. Ant. I mark'd not one repetition... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1851 - 788 Seiten
...thing .'" was the answer. " My Duchess is asleep now," quoth Antonio, fondly believing it was so, " and her little ones, I hope, sweetly ! 0 Heaven ! shall I never see her more?" " Never see her more — never sec her more !" And as these melancholy words died away, on a sudden... | |
 | John Webster, Alexander Dyce - 1857 - 424 Seiten
...passages *f* Of your own life, you'll find it impossible To fly your fate. Echo. 0, fly your fate! Delio. Hark! the dead stones seem to have pity on you, And...heaven, Shall I never see her more ? Echo. Never see her more. _ Ant. I mark'd not one repetition of the echo * But that; and on the sudden a clear light... | |
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Ant. Echo, I will not talk with thee, For thou art a dead thing. Echo. Thou art a dead thing. 
