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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... Husband ! " Husband ! damnation ! " What husband ! " Which ? Who ? Alm 74 A & IV . THE MOURNING BRIDE .
... Husband ! " Husband ! damnation ! " What husband ! " Which ? Who ? Alm 74 A & IV . THE MOURNING BRIDE .
75 ÆäÀÌÁö
... husband . King . " Poison and daggers ! " Who ? Alm . Oh- ¡° Gons . Help , support her . ¡± [ Faints . Alm . Let me go ... husband , He shall be mine still , and for ever mine . King . What husband ? Whom dost thou mean ? Gons . She raves ...
... husband . King . " Poison and daggers ! " Who ? Alm . Oh- ¡° Gons . Help , support her . ¡± [ Faints . Alm . Let me go ... husband , He shall be mine still , and for ever mine . King . What husband ? Whom dost thou mean ? Gons . She raves ...
77 ÆäÀÌÁö
... husband too ! Ha ! Where is Garcia then ? And where the crown that should descend on him , To grace the line of my posterity ? Hold , let me think — if I should tell the king— Things come to this extremity : his daughter Wedded already ...
... husband too ! Ha ! Where is Garcia then ? And where the crown that should descend on him , To grace the line of my posterity ? Hold , let me think — if I should tell the king— Things come to this extremity : his daughter Wedded already ...
92 ÆäÀÌÁö
... husband's murder'd ! Yes , yes , I know to mourn ! I'll sluice this heart , The source of woe , and let the torrent loose . -Those men have left to weep ! they look on me ! I hope they murder all on whom they look . Behold me well ...
... husband's murder'd ! Yes , yes , I know to mourn ! I'll sluice this heart , The source of woe , and let the torrent loose . -Those men have left to weep ! they look on me ! I hope they murder all on whom they look . Behold me well ...
94 ÆäÀÌÁö
... husband , I have him now , and we no more will part . My father , too , shall have compassion- Alph . Oh , my heart's comfort ; ' tis not giv'n to this Frail life to be entirely bless'd . E'en now , In this extremest joy my soul can ...
... husband , I have him now , and we no more will part . My father , too , shall have compassion- Alph . Oh , my heart's comfort ; ' tis not giv'n to this Frail life to be entirely bless'd . E'en now , In this extremest joy my soul can ...
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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.