Gertrude and Beatrice, Or, The Queen of Hungary: A Historical Tragedy, in Five ActsC. Mitchell, 1839 - 104 páginas |
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... unto the crowd , or shall . BA . Not I. you . I have no voice to gloze and prate of wrongs ; And for aught else the people are spoiled . Your [ Exit BANKBAN . servant . BAL . He prefers keeping house with his new countess . Ro . I'faith ...
... unto the crowd , or shall . BA . Not I. you . I have no voice to gloze and prate of wrongs ; And for aught else the people are spoiled . Your [ Exit BANKBAN . servant . BAL . He prefers keeping house with his new countess . Ro . I'faith ...
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... unto my native seat . Qu . Excellent this ! Why stand'st with pallid lips , Quivering of nothings ? Though the choicest marble That e'er took flesh and blood , thou yet should'st teach Thy firm - set limb to bend . I dreamt . Oh ...
... unto my native seat . Qu . Excellent this ! Why stand'st with pallid lips , Quivering of nothings ? Though the choicest marble That e'er took flesh and blood , thou yet should'st teach Thy firm - set limb to bend . I dreamt . Oh ...
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... unto dissolving spray In the depths of liquid light . Justice rules with high dominion , Genius plumes his eagle pinion , Every patriot soul is burning , Kindled with the sacred flame , Golden ages are returning , Eras of eternal Fame ...
... unto dissolving spray In the depths of liquid light . Justice rules with high dominion , Genius plumes his eagle pinion , Every patriot soul is burning , Kindled with the sacred flame , Golden ages are returning , Eras of eternal Fame ...
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... unto their height . Roll on ye waves Of time ! but whither ? While I dream , I die . ( Leans his back against the throne , with his eyes fixed on the ground . ) Qu . ( Aside ) - ( QUEEN comes forward . ) The pain of this is gone . My ...
... unto their height . Roll on ye waves Of time ! but whither ? While I dream , I die . ( Leans his back against the throne , with his eyes fixed on the ground . ) Qu . ( Aside ) - ( QUEEN comes forward . ) The pain of this is gone . My ...
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... Unto the soil as ever . Created but to bellow . Slaves from the womb ; Lives and chattels Are held of our proud masters . . . tenants at will . 3rd C. Rodna persuaded us that all our griefs Should be redressed . 4th C. That was but ...
... Unto the soil as ever . Created but to bellow . Slaves from the womb ; Lives and chattels Are held of our proud masters . . . tenants at will . 3rd C. Rodna persuaded us that all our griefs Should be redressed . 4th C. That was but ...
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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...