Gertrude and Beatrice, Or, The Queen of Hungary: A Historical Tragedy, in Five ActsC. Mitchell, 1839 - 104 páginas |
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... blood ! he sought At the last gasp , as though she were his bride , The arms of victory . Peo . He was borne down by numbers . HA . ( Significantly . ) Some say they saw him rise ! Ro . ( Confused , and shaking his head . ) Sirrah ! Be ...
... blood ! he sought At the last gasp , as though she were his bride , The arms of victory . Peo . He was borne down by numbers . HA . ( Significantly . ) Some say they saw him rise ! Ro . ( Confused , and shaking his head . ) Sirrah ! Be ...
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... blood . Peo . Rather we'll glue our privilege with our own To our swords ' edge . HA . ( Sarcastically . ) And leave the unwiped stains To emblaze your Honours ' tombs . will make The arms A rusty city hatchment when you're earth . Ro ...
... blood . Peo . Rather we'll glue our privilege with our own To our swords ' edge . HA . ( Sarcastically . ) And leave the unwiped stains To emblaze your Honours ' tombs . will make The arms A rusty city hatchment when you're earth . Ro ...
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... blood , Blast their right arms to jelly , and their spears Wither to reeds . Lord Rodna , I have seen him , Just dropped from heaven betwixt conflicting armies ; And whilst his stirrup gave the law of battle , Whole squadrons sank ...
... blood , Blast their right arms to jelly , and their spears Wither to reeds . Lord Rodna , I have seen him , Just dropped from heaven betwixt conflicting armies ; And whilst his stirrup gave the law of battle , Whole squadrons sank ...
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... blood royal ! Whose I am ? Rather what was I , Lady ? I was wedded To the chaste memory of the King's son Andreas ; I am the wretched paramour of Bankban . Qu . Thy check lies in our silence . L. B. Oh ! they're fine , These airs of ...
... blood royal ! Whose I am ? Rather what was I , Lady ? I was wedded To the chaste memory of the King's son Andreas ; I am the wretched paramour of Bankban . Qu . Thy check lies in our silence . L. B. Oh ! they're fine , These airs of ...
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... blood ? ( Re - enter QUEEN . ) Sir stranger ! Stranger ! WA . ( Catching the word , but still in abstraction . ) — Qu . Of course , for none did sympathize with SCENE II . ] 15 GERTRUDE AND BEATRICE . Makes way at once into the inmost ...
... blood ? ( Re - enter QUEEN . ) Sir stranger ! Stranger ! WA . ( Catching the word , but still in abstraction . ) — Qu . Of course , for none did sympathize with SCENE II . ] 15 GERTRUDE AND BEATRICE . Makes way at once into the inmost ...
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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...