Category: Plays/Films/Dramas
_Ber._ What fools are serious melancholy villains! I play a surer game, and screen my heart With easy looks and undesigning smiles; And while my plots still spring from sober thought, My deeds appear th' effect of wild caprice, And I the thoughtless slave of giddy chance. What...
_Ber._ 'Twas here we were to meet; where does he stay? This compound of strange contradicting parts, Too flexible for virtue, yet too virtuous To make a flourishing, successful...
4. ACT IV._Em._ How many ways there are of being wretched! The avenues to happiness how few! When will this busy, fluttering heart be still? When will it cease to feel and beat no more? E...
3. ACT III._Em._ Why do my feet unbidden seek this grove? Why do I trace his steps? I thought him here; This is his hour of walking, and these shades His daily haunt: oft have they heard h...
2. ACT II._Jul._ How many cares perplex the maid who loves! Cares which the vacant heart can never know. You fondly tremble for a brother's life; Orlando mourns the absence of a friend, G...
1. ACT I._Ber._ What fools are serious melancholy villains! I play a surer game, and screen my heart With easy looks and undesigning smiles; And while my plots still spring from sober th...