Old English Drama: The second maiden's tragedyHurst, Robinson, and Company, 1825 - English drama |
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... thy daughter , happier than a king , And far above him , for she kneels to thee Whom we have kneel'd to ; richer in one smile That came from her , than she in all thy blessings ; If thou be'st proud thou art to be forgiven , ' Tis no ...
... thy daughter , happier than a king , And far above him , for she kneels to thee Whom we have kneel'd to ; richer in one smile That came from her , than she in all thy blessings ; If thou be'st proud thou art to be forgiven , ' Tis no ...
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... thou hast need on't now ; I see thee in distress , more miserable Than some thou lay'st taxations on , poor subjects ! Thou'rt all beset with storms , more overcast ... Thou art not worth the waking neither , 6 THE SECOND MAIDEN'S TRAGEDY .
... thou hast need on't now ; I see thee in distress , more miserable Than some thou lay'st taxations on , poor subjects ! Thou'rt all beset with storms , more overcast ... Thou art not worth the waking neither , 6 THE SECOND MAIDEN'S TRAGEDY .
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Helvetius ! -Thou art not worth the waking neither , I lose but time in thee , go , sleep again Like an old man , thou can'st do nothing ; Thou tak'st no pains at all to earn thine honours ; Which way shall we be able to pay thee To thy ...
Helvetius ! -Thou art not worth the waking neither , I lose but time in thee , go , sleep again Like an old man , thou can'st do nothing ; Thou tak'st no pains at all to earn thine honours ; Which way shall we be able to pay thee To thy ...
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... Thou art the son of falsehood , pr'ythee leave me . How truly constant , charitable , and helpful Is woman unto woman in affairs That touch affection and the peace of spirit ! But man to man how crooked and unkind ! I thank my jealousy ...
... Thou art the son of falsehood , pr'ythee leave me . How truly constant , charitable , and helpful Is woman unto woman in affairs That touch affection and the peace of spirit ! But man to man how crooked and unkind ! I thank my jealousy ...
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... thy worst , love ! Thou art too young , fond boy , to master me . VOTARIUS returns . I come to tell you , madam , and that plainly , I'll see your face no more , take ' t how you please . Wife . You will not offer violence to me , sir ...
... thy worst , love ! Thou art too young , fond boy , to master me . VOTARIUS returns . I come to tell you , madam , and that plainly , I'll see your face no more , take ' t how you please . Wife . You will not offer violence to me , sir ...
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1st Sol Amin Aminadab Anselm art thou Aruns begar blood Bostock Brabo Brutus chaste Clown Collatine Colonel dead death doth e'en Enter exeunt exit eyes fair farewell father fear Fres Fris gentleman give Govi Govianus hand hast hath hear heart Helv Helvetius honest honour Horatius Horatius Cocles husband is't Justice king kiss lady Le Fris live lord Lucrece Lucretius madam Maid marry MASTER LUSAM merry Mistress Arthur monsieur ne'er never noble on't pardon Pipkin poison'd Porsenna pr'ythee pray prince RAPE OF LUCRECE Rome Scævola SCENE Scutilla SECOND MAIDEN'S TRAGEDY servant Sextus Sir Ambrose Sir Marmaduke Skerry soul speak Splay sweet Tarquin tell thee there's thou art Tullia twas unto Valerius Votarius weep wench what's wife woman
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Page 73 - Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day! With night we banish sorrow. Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft To give my love good-morrow. Wings from the wind, to please her mind, Notes from the lark, I'll borrow; Bird, prune thy wing; nightingale, sing, To give my love good-morrow.
Page 73 - I'll borrow. Wake from thy nest, robin-redbreast, Sing, birds, in every furrow ; And from each bill, let music shrill Give my fair Love good-morrow ! Blackbird and thrush in every bush, Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow ! You pretty elves, amongst yourselves Sing my fair Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Sing, birds, in every furrow...
Page 17 - Now what is love I will thee tell, It is the fountain and the well, Where pleasure and repentance dwell...
Page 17 - It is the fountain, and the well, Where pleasure and repentance dwell: It is perhaps the sansing bell, That rings all in to heaven or hell, And this is love, and this is love, as I hear tell. Now what is love I will you show: A thing that creeps and cannot go; A prize that passeth to and fro; A thing for me, a thing for mo...
Page 64 - Tis poor, and not becoming perfect gentry To build their glories at their fathers' cost, But at their own expense of blood or virtue, To raise them living monuments ; our birth Is not our own act ; honour upon trust Our ill deeds forfeit ; and the wealthy sums Purchas'd by others' fame or sweat, will be Our stain, for we inherit nothing truly But what our actions make us worthy of...
Page 73 - Ans. Like a most faithful. Vot. You shall have her mind, e'en as it comes to me, Though I undo her by't ; your friendship, sir, Is the sweet mistress that I only serve ; I prize the roughness of a man's embrace. Before the soft lips of a hundred ladies. Ans. And that's an honest mind of thee. Vot. Lock yourself, sir.
Page 28 - Favours have glean'd too much :* pray pardon me, If it were mine, they should go look their, bracelets, Or stay till the next crop...
Page 28 - I'd made a fearful separation on thee ; 1 would have sent thy soul to a darker prison Than any made of clay, and thy dead body As a token to the lustful king, thy master. Art thou struck down so soon with the short sound Of this small earthly instrument, and do'st thou So little fear the eternal noise of hell ? What's she ? does she not bear thy daughter's name ? How stirs thy blood, sir ? is there a dead feeling Of all things fatherly and honest in thee ? Say thou cou'dst be content for greatness...