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 vi
... his use of unmeaning expletive , take the follow- ing sample Almeria . But I did promise I would tell thee - What ? My miseries ? Thou dost already know them ; And , when I told thee thou didst nothing know THE MOURNING BRIDE. ...
... his use of unmeaning expletive , take the follow- ing sample Almeria . But I did promise I would tell thee - What ? My miseries ? Thou dost already know them ; And , when I told thee thou didst nothing know THE MOURNING BRIDE. ...
Strona vii
... tell , Things must be as they may . Of miserable extravagance , and misplaced metaphor , read this rant : Osmyn . What brightness breaks upon mé thus thro ' shades , And promises a day to this dark dwelling ? A Prince imprisoned is not ...
... tell , Things must be as they may . Of miserable extravagance , and misplaced metaphor , read this rant : Osmyn . What brightness breaks upon mé thus thro ' shades , And promises a day to this dark dwelling ? A Prince imprisoned is not ...
Strona viii
... tell thee , wouldst thou pity me ? Tell me I know thou wouldst , thou art compassionate . Leon . Witness these tears- Alm . I thank thee , & c . But it is necessary we should remark , ALL is not like these notitia - the Play has ...
... tell thee , wouldst thou pity me ? Tell me I know thou wouldst , thou art compassionate . Leon . Witness these tears- Alm . I thank thee , & c . But it is necessary we should remark , ALL is not like these notitia - the Play has ...
Strona 14
... tell - thou hast indeed no cause . Leon . Believe me , Madam , I lament Anselmo , And always did compassionate his fortune ; Have often wept , to see how cruelly 20 Your father kept in chains his fellow - king : And oft , at night ...
... tell - thou hast indeed no cause . Leon . Believe me , Madam , I lament Anselmo , And always did compassionate his fortune ; Have often wept , to see how cruelly 20 Your father kept in chains his fellow - king : And oft , at night ...
Strona 16
... tell thee , would'st thou pity me ? Tell me ; I know thou would'st ; thou art com- passionate . " Leon . Witness these tears- " Alm . I thank thee , Leonora- " Indeed I do , for pitying thy sąd mistress : " For ' tis , alas ! the poor ...
... tell thee , would'st thou pity me ? Tell me ; I know thou would'st ; thou art com- passionate . " Leon . Witness these tears- " Alm . I thank thee , Leonora- " Indeed I do , for pitying thy sąd mistress : " For ' tis , alas ! the poor ...
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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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