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Thomas Otway
Thomas Otway (1652–1685) was an English dramatist and poet, known for his tragic plays. His most famous works include "Venice Preserved" and "The Orphan," both of which are significant examples of Restoration tragedy. Otway's writing often focused on intense emotions, political intrigue, and personal conflict, drawing audiences with his vivid portrayal of human suffering. Despite his literary talent, Otway died in poverty, reflecting the often precarious fortunes of playwrights during his time.
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ACT THE FIRST. SCENE I. A GARDEN.Enter Castalio, Polydore, and Page.Cas.Polydore, our sportHas been to-day much better for the danger:When on the brink the foaming boar I met,And in his side thought to have lodg'd my spear,The desperate savage rush'd within my force,And bore me headlong with him down the rock.Pol.But then——Cas.Ay, then, my brother, my friend, Polydore,Like Perseus mounted...
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VENICE PRESERVED. ACT THE FIRST. SCENE I. A STREET IN VENICE.Enter Priuli and Jaffier.Pri.No more! I'll hear no more! Be gone and leave me.Jaf.Not hear me! By my suffering, but you shall!My lord, my lord! I'm not that abject wretchYou think me. Patience! where's the distance throwsMe back so far, but I may boldly speakIn right, though proud oppression will not hear me?Pri.Have you not...
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