The Rage: A Comedy. As it is Performed at the Theatre-Royal, Covent-GardenT.N. Longman, 1795 - 87 pages |
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The Rage: A Comedy. as It Is Performed at the Theatre-Royal, Covent-Garden ... Frederick Reynolds No preview available - 2018 |
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afide againſt AGNES Alex arms beſt blood BRANTERRE breaft BULCAZIN CALIPPUS cauſe CHIEF-BRAMIN Chriftian Clara Clyt Clytus DALENTOUR Darnley dear death Dion ELINOR Enter Euphra Euphrafia Ev'n ev'ry Evander Exeunt Exit fafe father fave fhall fhew fhould fifter fince firft flave FLORANTHE foldier fome foon forrow foul ftand ftill fuch fure fword GAZELLE Gingham give hafte heart Heav'n himſelf honour houfe houſe INDAMORA ISIDORE KILMALLOCK KING LA PORTE laft laſt LORD PERSEFIELD Lyfimachus mafter MANTON Melan Melanthon muft muſt myſelf never o'er OCTAVIAN Old Wood paffion Perdiccas Philo Philotas Phocion Polyperchon PORTE pow'r QUEEN rage RIMBARD ROQUE Roxa SADI SCAT SCENE ſhall ſhe Signor Sir George Sir Paul ſpeak SPUNGE Statira STELLA tears tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou Timoleon TOCHO tyrant VIROLET whofe Woodland wretch YOUNG BRAMIN Young WooD ZORAYDA
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