Gertrude and Beatrice, Or, The Queen of Hungary: A Historical Tragedy, in Five ActsC. Mitchell, 1839 - 104 páginas |
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... Marshal's baton . When darkness in those days loured o'er the state , Who held the beacon light and heaved the lead ? When every pilot had forgot his course In the mid B 2 SCENE I. ] 3 GERTRUDE AND BEATRICE . Peo. We attend you, my Lord ...
... Marshal's baton . When darkness in those days loured o'er the state , Who held the beacon light and heaved the lead ? When every pilot had forgot his course In the mid B 2 SCENE I. ] 3 GERTRUDE AND BEATRICE . Peo. We attend you, my Lord ...
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... Marshal ! There is one of these consorted rebels , I love , as flames unquenchable ; ' tis he Engenders this foul knot within the bowels Of Hungary . Count Rodna ? Oh my thought Aches at him ! He'd unstate us , and profane Our Throne ...
... Marshal ! There is one of these consorted rebels , I love , as flames unquenchable ; ' tis he Engenders this foul knot within the bowels Of Hungary . Count Rodna ? Oh my thought Aches at him ! He'd unstate us , and profane Our Throne ...
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... Marshal Qu . The City is a wilderness of wolves ! Offi . Am I in the midst alone ? Sir , where are those From Waradin ? 1st Offi . Aloof , in their own quarters . ( Enter another Officer . ) Ha ! what now ? 2nd Offi . They have scaled ...
... Marshal Qu . The City is a wilderness of wolves ! Offi . Am I in the midst alone ? Sir , where are those From Waradin ? 1st Offi . Aloof , in their own quarters . ( Enter another Officer . ) Ha ! what now ? 2nd Offi . They have scaled ...
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... Marshal ! 3rd . Make him Palatine ! 4th . Let Bankban bleed ! 5th . And him , too , that led the army hither from Waradin , The murderer of Ragotski ! Qu . Leave not me out , but to your list of slaughter Couple a royal name , and grace ...
... Marshal ! 3rd . Make him Palatine ! 4th . Let Bankban bleed ! 5th . And him , too , that led the army hither from Waradin , The murderer of Ragotski ! Qu . Leave not me out , but to your list of slaughter Couple a royal name , and grace ...
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... Marshal ? And what then ? The topmost round comes next . ' Tis you I talk of , The devil that tents in your eye , betrays you know it . Most puissant Prince be thou at full ourself : There is the throne . Ascend ! Your friends will cry ...
... Marshal ? And what then ? The topmost round comes next . ' Tis you I talk of , The devil that tents in your eye , betrays you know it . Most puissant Prince be thou at full ourself : There is the throne . Ascend ! Your friends will cry ...
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arms art thou aught BALASSI baron Beatrice blazon blessed blood brain breath Buda couch Countess Bankban Cousin crown dear death doth dream earth Enter HASSAN Enter RODNA Exeunt Exit QUEEN Exit RODNA eyes flame friends glorious Grace Guard hand hatchment hath hear heart Heaven hither hold honour Hungary I'faith Jailor King King of Hungary Ladislaus LADY BANKBAN Liege light lips live look Lord Bankban Lord Marshal Lord Rodna Madam marble Methinks mock Moravia murder NADASTIS night o'er Offi Officer palace Palatine pardon pause Plutus Pray Prince Andreas Queen Gertrude Ragotski royal SCENE scorn shake shame shouts shriek sister sleep soul speak spirit stands sure Syria Tartars thee There's thine Thou art thou hast thought throne tongue traitor Twas Twere Twill unto voice Waradin wilt wind Would'st
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Página 82 - Their flourished hues of vegetable light Fast by the fount. . some paces from a cypress. I nearer drew to gaze : . . So gloriously They wore the morning dew upon their heads, As if they were crowned queens of all the flowers; Robed were they in the purple, and anon, When the slow lazy breeze came muttering by, The frail stejnsbow'd, and dipped their long black leaves, Like hair below the water.
Página 81 - Atheist of me. (Paces up and down—then stops short—remains a little while in a thoughtful posture.) Bankban's dead!.. His widow's free to wed again : How's that ? Shall she enjoy him all ? Whilst I stand wishing, And like a spirit damn'd, be robbed of hope? ( Goes to the side, and calls)— Doth any wait? . .Without! . . . What, mate with him ? Our Cousin ! whilst .... (calls) D'ye hear!
Página 83 - Qu. (Descends from the seat in agitation.) I taste the bitter fruit of rashness. God ! Did Andreas never purpose to unqueen me? Then had I made a pause, this union shunned, I had been still mine own ! My headlong ire Drew after it reason . waking, I am mad, Indeed to think what's done. Ro. (Apart...