Gertrude and Beatrice, Or, The Queen of Hungary: A Historical Tragedy, in Five ActsC. Mitchell, 1839 - 104 páginas |
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... dear to her , ' midst some she would lose sight of . My own light fearful tread upon the floor , ... The very air hath magic ! So should look Who'd challenge sovereignty ! Why do his eyes Pause , as they'd make an inventory of all ...
... dear to her , ' midst some she would lose sight of . My own light fearful tread upon the floor , ... The very air hath magic ! So should look Who'd challenge sovereignty ! Why do his eyes Pause , as they'd make an inventory of all ...
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... Dear , my Lord Andreas , There is no occasion So to start off : Oh , Sir ! My sister scorned Him , and his suit alike . WA . ( To himself ) I knew ' twas no such thing ! where does she hide ? Love is not love , which owns no heavenly in ...
... Dear , my Lord Andreas , There is no occasion So to start off : Oh , Sir ! My sister scorned Him , and his suit alike . WA . ( To himself ) I knew ' twas no such thing ! where does she hide ? Love is not love , which owns no heavenly in ...
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... dear my Lord , Have your desires with interest : you'll use The staff of office worth'ly , and in th'scope Of law , the Palatine should be our Marshal , But for .... Pray plead no more . Who pleads ? The blows Shower'd upon Tartar ...
... dear my Lord , Have your desires with interest : you'll use The staff of office worth'ly , and in th'scope Of law , the Palatine should be our Marshal , But for .... Pray plead no more . Who pleads ? The blows Shower'd upon Tartar ...
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... dear ! . . Most dear ! . . . My own ! .. I grow to thee .. My lost .. My found , My living Andreas ! Andreas ! " Tis the Prince ! WA . Hang like a passion bud upon this trunk , Till branch and stem lie cloven ... Thou shrink'st away ...
... dear ! . . Most dear ! . . . My own ! .. I grow to thee .. My lost .. My found , My living Andreas ! Andreas ! " Tis the Prince ! WA . Hang like a passion bud upon this trunk , Till branch and stem lie cloven ... Thou shrink'st away ...
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... .. Foh ! foh ! foh ! with you alone . ( She turns away . ) WA . Dear Princess ! ( shouts and tumult without . ) Ha ! what cry is that pursues The thunder in his track ? " King Andreas ! 46 [ ACT II . GERTRUDE AND BEATRICE .
... .. Foh ! foh ! foh ! with you alone . ( She turns away . ) WA . Dear Princess ! ( shouts and tumult without . ) Ha ! what cry is that pursues The thunder in his track ? " King Andreas ! 46 [ ACT II . GERTRUDE AND BEATRICE .
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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...