The British Drama: Tragedies. 2 v

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759 ÆäÀÌÁö - My name is NORVAL: on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home.
757 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sincerity ! Thou first of virtues, let no mortal leave Thy onward path ! although the earth should gape, And from the gulf of hell destruction cry To take dissimulation's winding way.
768 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hath fill'd his bosom with that sacred fire, Which in the breasts of his forefathers burn'd : Set him on high like them, that he may shine The star and glory of his native land ! Then let the minister of death descend, And bear my willing spirit to its place.
768 ÆäÀÌÁö - I shall e'er acquire a leader's name, My speech will be less ardent. Novelty Now prompts my tongue, and youthful admiration Vents itself freely ; since no part is mine Of praise pertaining to the great in arms. Glen. You wrong yourself, brave sir; your martial deeds Have rank'd you with the great.
478 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis yet unperformed — What if I quit my bloody purpose, and fly the place I [Going, then stops.] But whither, oh, whither shall I fly ? My master's once friendly doors are ever shut against me ; and without money Millwood will never see me more ; and she has got such firm possession of my heart, and governs there with such despotic sway, that life is not to be endured without her.
473 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have reason for what I do, but you have none. BARN. Can we want a reason for parting, who have so many to wish we never had met?
487 ÆäÀÌÁö - I could cease to be, or ne'er had been! Barn. Since peace and comfort are denied her here, may she find mercy where she least expects it, and this be all her hell!
768 ÆäÀÌÁö - Invites a youth, the acquaintance of a day, Alone to meet her at the midnight hour. This assignation [Shows a Letter] the assassin freed, Her manifest affection for the youth, Might breed suspicion in a husband's brain, Whose gentle consort all for love had wedded: Much more in mine. Matilda never lov'd me. Let no. man, after me, a woman wed, Whose heart he knows he has not, though she brings A mine of gold, a kingdom for her dowry.
764 ÆäÀÌÁö - Suppress'd my fancy quite ; nor did he owe To any likeness my so sudden favour : But now I long to see his face again, Examine every feature, and find out The lineaments of Douglas, or my own. But most of all, I long to let him know Who his true parents are, to clasp his neck, And tell him all the story of his father. Anna. With wary caution you must bear yourself In public, lest your tenderness break forth, And in observers stir conjectures strange. To-day the baron started at your tears. Lady R....
475 ÆäÀÌÁö - It is the industrious merchant's business to collect the various blessings of each soil and climate, and, with the product of the whole, to enrich his native country.

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