British Theatre: The mourning bride, by Mr. Congreve. 1791. Douglas, by John Home. 1791. The Albion queens; or, The death of Mary, queen of Scots, by J. Banks. 1791J. Bell, 1791 |
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Strona ix
... us , still harder in th ' event : Our authors sin , but we alone repent . Still they proceed , and , at our charge , write worse ; ' Twere some amends , if they could reimburse ; But there's the devil , tho ' their cause is PROLOGUE. ...
... us , still harder in th ' event : Our authors sin , but we alone repent . Still they proceed , and , at our charge , write worse ; ' Twere some amends , if they could reimburse ; But there's the devil , tho ' their cause is PROLOGUE. ...
Strona x
... , thro ' prejudice his cause ; Nor would obtain , precariously , applause . Impartial censure he requests from all , Prepar'd by just decrees to stand or fall , A Dramatis Personae . DRURY - LANE . MANUEL , the X PROLOGUE .
... , thro ' prejudice his cause ; Nor would obtain , precariously , applause . Impartial censure he requests from all , Prepar'd by just decrees to stand or fall , A Dramatis Personae . DRURY - LANE . MANUEL , the X PROLOGUE .
Strona 13
... his sorrows now are safely , lodg'd Within its cold , but hospitable , bosom , Why am not I at peace ? Leon . Dear Madam , cease , Or moderate your grief ; there is no cause →→→→→ B • Alm . No cause ! Peace , peace ; there THE ...
... his sorrows now are safely , lodg'd Within its cold , but hospitable , bosom , Why am not I at peace ? Leon . Dear Madam , cease , Or moderate your grief ; there is no cause →→→→→ B • Alm . No cause ! Peace , peace ; there THE ...
Strona 14
John Bell. Alm . No cause ! Peace , peace ; there is eternal cause , And misery eternal will succeed . Thou canst not tell - thou hast indeed no cause . Leon . Believe me , Madam , I lament Anselmo , And always did compassionate his ...
John Bell. Alm . No cause ! Peace , peace ; there is eternal cause , And misery eternal will succeed . Thou canst not tell - thou hast indeed no cause . Leon . Believe me , Madam , I lament Anselmo , And always did compassionate his ...
Strona 26
... cause than his captivity . Did Zara , then , request he might attend her ? Gar . My lord , she did . King . That , join'd with his behaviour , Begets a doubt . I'd have ' em watch'd ; perhaps Her chains hang heavier on him than his own ...
... cause than his captivity . Did Zara , then , request he might attend her ? Gar . My lord , she did . King . That , join'd with his behaviour , Begets a doubt . I'd have ' em watch'd ; perhaps Her chains hang heavier on him than his own ...
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Almeria Alonzo Alphonso Anna arms Behold blood bosom brave breast Cecil Child Maurice crown cruel curs'd Davison dead death deed didst dost thou Doug Douglas dread duke Duke of NORFOLK earth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fatal fate father fear foes Garcia give Glen Glenalvon Gons Gonsalez grief guard hand hast hear heart Heav'n Heli hopes husband innocence JOHN HOME King kneel Lady RANDOLPH Leon live look Lord RANDOLPH lov'd majesty Mary maun mercy mistress Morton mourn mutes ne'er noble Norfolk Norval o'er Osmyn PEREZ pity prince PRINCE of WALES princess prisoner queen of Scotland rage revenge royal SCENE SELIM shew slave soul speak sword tears tell thee thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thought traitor Twas Twill valour virtue weep Whilst wretched Zara
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Strona 63 - Heav'n has no rage like love to hatred turn'd, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorn'd.
Strona 36 - Whom, with a troop of fifty chosen men, I met advancing. The pursuit I led, Till we o'ertook the spoil-encumber'd foe. We fought and conquer'd. E're a sword was drawn, An arrow from my bow had pierc'd their chief, Who wore that day the arms which now I wear.
Strona 35 - My name is Norval ! on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks : a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home. For I had heard of battles, and I long'd To follow to the field some warlike lord : And Heav'n soon granted what my sire denied.
Strona 35 - They turn'd upon him: but his active arm Struck to the ground, from whence they rose no more, The fiercest two; the others fled amain, And left him master of the bloody field. Speak, Lady Randolph : upon Beauty's tongue Dwell accents pleasing to the brave and bold. Speak, noble dame, and thank him for thy lord. LADY RANDOLPH.
Strona 31 - Looking tranquillity ! it strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.
Strona 67 - Oh, thou all-righteous and eternal King, Who father of the fatherless art call'd, Protect my son ! Thy inspiration, Lord ! Hath fill'd his bosom with that sacred fire, Which in the breasts of his forefathers burn'd ! Set him on high like them, that he may shine, The star and glory of his native land ! Then let the minister of death descend, And bear my willing spirit to it's place.
Strona 74 - Through skies, where I could count each little star. The fanning west wind scarcely stirs the leaves ; The river, rushing o'er its pebbled bed, Imposes silence, with a stilly sound. In such a place as this, at such an hour, If ancestry...
Strona 71 - Therefore I thank Glenalvon for his counsel, Although it sounded harshly. Why remind Me of my birth obscure ? Why slur my power With such contemptuous terms ? Glen.
Strona 31 - And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Strona 18 - Which are diffused through the revolving year, Come, heavy-laden with the oppressing weight, To me ; with me, successively, they leave The sighs, the tears, the groans, the restless cares, And all the damps of grief, that did retard their flight; They shake their downy wings, and scatter all The dire collected dews on my poor head ; Then fly with joy and swiftness from me.