The Albion Queens: Or, The Death of Mary Queen of Scots. A Tragedy, Volumen22,Tema 1J. Bell, 1797 - 97 páginas |
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Abigail Amlet Araminta arms Arpasia art thou Axalla Bajazet blessing blood Brass breast cann't Cecil Clar Coach conjurer crown cruel curse Davison dear death Dick dost thou drum duke e'en Enter ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes faith fancy Fantome fate fear Flip Flippanta Gard give Gripe guard hear heart Heav'n honour hopes husband lady lives look lord madam majesty marry master mercy mighty mistress Moneses Morton ne'er necklace never night Norfolk o'er on't peace pity poor pounds pow'r Pr'ythee Pray prince queen queen of Scotland rage rogue royal SCENE Selima servants shew Sir Geo Sir George soul speak STRATOCLES sure talk Tamerlane TANAIS there's thing thou art thou hast thought Tinsel twill Vellum wife woman wretched
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Página vii - Well was it for the world, When on their borders' neighbouring princes met, Frequent in friendly parle, by cool debates Preventing wasteful war : such should our meeting Have been, hadst thou but held in just regard The sanctity of leagues so often sworn to.
Página 63 - This makes one almost afraid of one's own shadow. As I was walking from the stable t'other night without my lanthorn, I fell across a beam, that lay in my way, and faith my heart was in my mouth I thought I had stumbled over a spirit.
Página i - No, let me rather gaze, for ever gaze, And bless the new-born glories that adorn thee ; " From every blush, that kindles in thy cheeks, " Ten thousand little loves and graces spring " To revel in the roses — 't wo' not be,
Página 34 - Religion's lustre is, by native innocence, Divinely pure, and simple from all arts ; You daub and dress her like a common mistress, The harlot of your fancies ; and, by adding False beauties, which she wants not, make the world Suspect her angel's face is foul beneath, And would not bear all lights.
Página 26 - Ax. A prince, born of the noblest, And of a soul that answers to that birth, That dares not but do well. Thou dost put on A forc'd forgetfulness, thus not to know me, A guest so lately to thy court, then meeting On gentler terms.
Página 76 - Thou mistakest the thing quite. I always know what I lack, but I am never pleased with what I have. The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it is intolerable. Flip. Well, I don't know what you are made of, but other women would think themselves...
Página 22 - What a reasonable man would do ; own yourself in the wrong, and be quiet. Here's Flippanta has understanding, and I have moderation ; I'm willing to make her judge of our differences. Flip. You do me a great deal of honour...
Página 105 - By way of conversation only, it does not concern me ; but when she marries, I may chance to dance at the wedding. Remember I tell you so ; I who am but Mrs. Amlet. Flip. You dance at her wedding ! you ! Mrs.
Página 73 - Brass. Nay, that's true, as you say ¡ he'll know it soon enough. Flip. Well, I must be gone ; have you any business with my lady ? Brass. Yes ; as ambassador from Araminta, I have a letter for her. Flip. Give it me. Brass. Hold ! — and as first minister of state to the colonel, I have an affair to communicate to thee.
Página 11 - Dick. I wish my old hobbling mother han't been blabbing something here she should not do. Brass. Fear nothing, all's safe on that side yet. But how speaks young mistress's epistle ? soft and tender ? Dick. As pen can write. Brass. So you think all goes well there ? Dick. As my heart can wish. Brass. You are sure on't ? Dick.