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 24
... [ Kneeling . ] Your pardon , Sir , if I presume so far , As to remind you of your gracious promise . King . Rise ... kneel to take - O not to take- But to devote , and yield myself for ever The slave and creature of my royal mistress ...
... [ Kneeling . ] Your pardon , Sir , if I presume so far , As to remind you of your gracious promise . King . Rise ... kneel to take - O not to take- But to devote , and yield myself for ever The slave and creature of my royal mistress ...
Strona 32
... kneel , and pay my vows again To him , to Heav'n , and my Aiphonso's soul . " Leon . I go ; but Heav'n can tell with what regret . Enter HELI . I wander thro ' this maze of monuments , [ Exeunt . Yet cannot find him - Hark ! sure tis ...
... kneel , and pay my vows again To him , to Heav'n , and my Aiphonso's soul . " Leon . I go ; but Heav'n can tell with what regret . Enter HELI . I wander thro ' this maze of monuments , [ Exeunt . Yet cannot find him - Hark ! sure tis ...
Strona 72
... kneel upon thy bosom , And bend my flowing eyes to stream upon Thy face , imploring thee that thou wilt yield ; Open thy bowels of compassion , take Into thy womb the last and most forlorn Of all thy race . Hear me , thou common parent ...
... kneel upon thy bosom , And bend my flowing eyes to stream upon Thy face , imploring thee that thou wilt yield ; Open thy bowels of compassion , take Into thy womb the last and most forlorn Of all thy race . Hear me , thou common parent ...
Strona 91
... kneel and mourn over her . Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA . Alm . Oh , let me seek him in this horrid cell ; For in the tomb , or prison , I alone Must hope to find him . Leon . Heavens ! what dismal scene Of death is this ? The eunuch Selim ...
... kneel and mourn over her . Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA . Alm . Oh , let me seek him in this horrid cell ; For in the tomb , or prison , I alone Must hope to find him . Leon . Heavens ! what dismal scene Of death is this ? The eunuch Selim ...
Strona 65
... kneel ! Lady R. Image of Douglas ! fruit of fatal love ! All that I owe thy sire , I pay to thee . Nor . Respect and admiration still possess me . Checking the love and fondness of a son : Yet I was filial to my humble parents . But did ...
... kneel ! Lady R. Image of Douglas ! fruit of fatal love ! All that I owe thy sire , I pay to thee . Nor . Respect and admiration still possess me . Checking the love and fondness of a son : Yet I was filial to my humble parents . But did ...
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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.