Gertrude and Beatrice, Or, The Queen of Hungary: A Historical Tragedy, in Five ActsC. Mitchell, 1839 - 104 páginas |
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... feel within me Turn all to flame they meet with . I am curious How far must I endure ? Oh ! may I never , Worn out , throw up in some impatient minute The game with my life , but still hold on , and suffer The worst that man can breathe ...
... feel within me Turn all to flame they meet with . I am curious How far must I endure ? Oh ! may I never , Worn out , throw up in some impatient minute The game with my life , but still hold on , and suffer The worst that man can breathe ...
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... feel that I am near her ? Surely ! Qu . I can brook this discourtesy no longer . WA . ( QUEEN rises , advances , and fronts the knight . ) We are the Queen ! -of Hungary , and Kneel , Sir ! • My path's eclipsed ! That glorious shape ...
... feel that I am near her ? Surely ! Qu . I can brook this discourtesy no longer . WA . ( QUEEN rises , advances , and fronts the knight . ) We are the Queen ! -of Hungary , and Kneel , Sir ! • My path's eclipsed ! That glorious shape ...
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... feel his baton . 3rd C. How were we Deceived in our opinion of his temper ! 4th C. Well we have shook the branch , and Rodna , he Crunches the fruit . 1st C. In what respects are we better off than when Queen Gertrude ruled us ? she did ...
... feel his baton . 3rd C. How were we Deceived in our opinion of his temper ! 4th C. Well we have shook the branch , and Rodna , he Crunches the fruit . 1st C. In what respects are we better off than when Queen Gertrude ruled us ? she did ...
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... feel life Hang fated on's nightmares ! baron ? block head ! black ! Because thou art wrought into our trust , for- sooth , Or , like enough , because thou stabb'd the Prince , Whom jealous love for Beatrice made me hate , Thou hop'st to ...
... feel life Hang fated on's nightmares ! baron ? block head ! black ! Because thou art wrought into our trust , for- sooth , Or , like enough , because thou stabb'd the Prince , Whom jealous love for Beatrice made me hate , Thou hop'st to ...
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... [ Exit Jailor . Time hath been , that I Would have shrunk to pass yon barr'd and narrow postern . Alone within this sunless world ! I feel As if the ominous shadows close me round That darken 336 [ ACT II . GERTRUDE AND BEATRICE .
... [ Exit Jailor . Time hath been , that I Would have shrunk to pass yon barr'd and narrow postern . Alone within this sunless world ! I feel As if the ominous shadows close me round That darken 336 [ 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...