British Theatre: The mourning bride, by Mr. Congreve. 1791. Douglas, by John Home. 1791. The Albion queens; or, The death of Mary, queen of Scots, by J. Banks. 1791J. Bell, 1791 |
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John Bell. And , when I told thee thou didst nothing know , It was because thou didst not know Alphonso . Surely this is NOTHING . Of the inane take the following delectable dose : Osmyn . I hate her not , nor can dissemble love- But as ...
John Bell. And , when I told thee thou didst nothing know , It was because thou didst not know Alphonso . Surely this is NOTHING . Of the inane take the following delectable dose : Osmyn . I hate her not , nor can dissemble love- But as ...
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John Bell. THE MOURNING BRIDE . ACT I. SCENE I. A room of state . The curtain rising slowly to soft music , discovers ALMERIA in mourning , LEONORA waiting in mourning . After the music , ALMERIA rises from her chair , and comes forward ...
John Bell. THE MOURNING BRIDE . ACT I. SCENE I. A room of state . The curtain rising slowly to soft music , discovers ALMERIA in mourning , LEONORA waiting in mourning . After the music , ALMERIA rises from her chair , and comes forward ...
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John Bell. Thy dear resemblance is for ever fix'd ; My love , my lord , my husband still , tho ' lost . Leon . Husband ! Oh , Heav'ns ! Alm . Alas ! what have I said ? My grief has hurry'd me beyond all thought . I would have kept that ...
John Bell. Thy dear resemblance is for ever fix'd ; My love , my lord , my husband still , tho ' lost . Leon . Husband ! Oh , Heav'ns ! Alm . Alas ! what have I said ? My grief has hurry'd me beyond all thought . I would have kept that ...
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John Bell. But ' tis a task unfit for my weak age With dying words to offer at your praise . Garcia , my son , your beauty's lowest slave , Has better done ; in proving with his sword The force and influence of your matchless charms ...
John Bell. But ' tis a task unfit for my weak age With dying words to offer at your praise . Garcia , my son , your beauty's lowest slave , Has better done ; in proving with his sword The force and influence of your matchless charms ...
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John Bell. Of equal value with unborrow'd rule And native right to arbitrary sway , I might be pleas'd , when I behold this train With usual homage wait : but when I feel These bonds , I look with loathing on myself , And scorn vile ...
John Bell. Of equal value with unborrow'd rule And native right to arbitrary sway , I might be pleas'd , when I behold this train With usual homage wait : but when I feel These bonds , I look with loathing on myself , And scorn vile ...
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Almeria Alonzo Alphonso Anna arms Behold blood bosom brave breast Cecil Child Maurice crown cruel curs'd Davison dead death deed didst dost thou Doug Douglas dread duke Duke of NORFOLK earth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fatal fate father fear foes Garcia give Glen Glenalvon Gons Gonsalez grief guard hand hast hear heart Heav'n Heli hopes husband innocence JOHN HOME King kneel Lady RANDOLPH Leon live look Lord RANDOLPH lov'd majesty Mary maun mercy mistress Morton mourn mutes ne'er noble Norfolk Norval o'er Osmyn PEREZ pity prince PRINCE of WALES princess prisoner queen of Scotland rage revenge royal SCENE SELIM shew slave soul speak sword tears tell thee thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thought traitor Twas Twill valour virtue weep Whilst wretched Zara
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63 ÆäÀÌÁö - Heav'n has no rage like love to hatred turn'd, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorn'd.
36 ÆäÀÌÁö - Whom, with a troop of fifty chosen men, I met advancing. The pursuit I led, Till we o'ertook the spoil-encumber'd foe. We fought and conquer'd. E're a sword was drawn, An arrow from my bow had pierc'd their chief, Who wore that day the arms which now I wear.
35 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. For I had heard of battles, and I long'd To follow to the field some warlike lord : And Heav'n soon granted what my sire denied.
35 ÆäÀÌÁö - They turn'd upon him: but his active arm Struck to the ground, from whence they rose no more, The fiercest two; the others fled amain, And left him master of the bloody field. Speak, Lady Randolph : upon Beauty's tongue Dwell accents pleasing to the brave and bold. Speak, noble dame, and thank him for thy lord. LADY RANDOLPH.
31 ÆäÀÌÁö - Looking tranquillity ! it strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.
67 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh, thou all-righteous and eternal King, Who father of the fatherless art call'd, Protect my son ! Thy inspiration, Lord ! 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 it's place.
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - Through skies, where I could count each little star. The fanning west wind scarcely stirs the leaves ; The river, rushing o'er its pebbled bed, Imposes silence, with a stilly sound. In such a place as this, at such an hour, If ancestry...
71 ÆäÀÌÁö - Therefore I thank Glenalvon for his counsel, Although it sounded harshly. Why remind Me of my birth obscure ? Why slur my power With such contemptuous terms ? Glen.
31 ÆäÀÌÁö - And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
18 ÆäÀÌÁö - Which are diffused through the revolving year, Come, heavy-laden with the oppressing weight, To me ; with me, successively, they leave The sighs, the tears, the groans, the restless cares, And all the damps of grief, that did retard their flight; They shake their downy wings, and scatter all The dire collected dews on my poor head ; Then fly with joy and swiftness from me.