Gertrude and Beatrice, Or, The Queen of Hungary: A Historical Tragedy, in Five ActsC. Mitchell, 1839 - 104 páginas |
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... pardon me : I have of late ta'en to my inward soul , Thoughts that prefigure something terrible , Yet in reversion , so like the stricken deer I wend me home . A wife's home is her husband's . L. B. You mock me - mine is in the grave ...
... pardon me : I have of late ta'en to my inward soul , Thoughts that prefigure something terrible , Yet in reversion , so like the stricken deer I wend me home . A wife's home is her husband's . L. B. You mock me - mine is in the grave ...
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... pardon Lady : I know it - else , I promise you ! What was your dream ? WA . Qu . WA . Qu . The Cuckoo ? About a beauteous bird , Which built not for itself , but sucked the sweets It met with when it broke its shell . Was't not WA . Qu ...
... pardon Lady : I know it - else , I promise you ! What was your dream ? WA . Qu . WA . Qu . The Cuckoo ? About a beauteous bird , Which built not for itself , but sucked the sweets It met with when it broke its shell . Was't not WA . Qu ...
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... pardon me . ' Tis a vast peril that I put you to ... Save for your wisdom ... To't I trust my safety Wholly . Consult how to divorce henceforth My terror from my heart . Yet mind your health , For , Sir ... for my sake ... ( she sighs ) ...
... pardon me . ' Tis a vast peril that I put you to ... Save for your wisdom ... To't I trust my safety Wholly . Consult how to divorce henceforth My terror from my heart . Yet mind your health , For , Sir ... for my sake ... ( she sighs ) ...
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... Pardon me , love , what thought can drink thy blood , .. When I am by ? Nay now Why turn from me ? L. B. ( Slowly but wildly ) I was just thinking , .. before worse comes of it , " Twere better , .. Good , my Lord ... What would I say ...
... Pardon me , love , what thought can drink thy blood , .. When I am by ? Nay now Why turn from me ? L. B. ( Slowly but wildly ) I was just thinking , .. before worse comes of it , " Twere better , .. Good , my Lord ... What would I say ...
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... Pardon ! WA . HA . The night I lay wounded and faint , Upon the ground , after the brunt of battle At Eceron , didst thou , my trusted servant , Yield me up bound with cords unto the foe ; Nay , Hassan , yesterday .... I repent of all ...
... Pardon ! WA . HA . The night I lay wounded and faint , Upon the ground , after the brunt of battle At Eceron , didst thou , my trusted servant , Yield me up bound with cords unto the foe ; Nay , Hassan , yesterday .... I repent of all ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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...