The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 3 |
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GERSA , Prince of Hungary . An Hungarian Captain . Physician . Page . Nobles , Knights , Attendants , and Soldiers . ERMINIA , Niece of Otho . AURANTHE , Conrad's Sister . Ladies and Attendants . SCENE .
GERSA , Prince of Hungary . An Hungarian Captain . Physician . Page . Nobles , Knights , Attendants , and Soldiers . ERMINIA , Niece of Otho . AURANTHE , Conrad's Sister . Ladies and Attendants . SCENE .
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[ ALBERT , advancing from the back of the Stage , whither he had hastened on hearing the cheers of the soldiery . Albert . It is young Gersa , the Hungarian prince , Pick'd like a red stag from the fallow herd Of prisoners .
[ ALBERT , advancing from the back of the Stage , whither he had hastened on hearing the cheers of the soldiery . Albert . It is young Gersa , the Hungarian prince , Pick'd like a red stag from the fallow herd Of prisoners .
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Enter GERSA , in chains , and guarded . Otho . Well said , Sir Albert . Gersa . Not a word of greeting ? No welcome to a princely visitor , Most mighty Otho ? Will not my great host Vouchsafe a syllable , before he bids His gentlemen ...
Enter GERSA , in chains , and guarded . Otho . Well said , Sir Albert . Gersa . Not a word of greeting ? No welcome to a princely visitor , Most mighty Otho ? Will not my great host Vouchsafe a syllable , before he bids His gentlemen ...
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Gersa . I am wound up in deep astonishment ! Thank you , fair lady . Otho ! emperor ! You rob me of myself ; my dignity Is now your infant ; I am a weak child . Otho . Give me your hand , and let this kindly grasp Live in our memories .
Gersa . I am wound up in deep astonishment ! Thank you , fair lady . Otho ! emperor ! You rob me of myself ; my dignity Is now your infant ; I am a weak child . Otho . Give me your hand , and let this kindly grasp Live in our memories .
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Gersa . If ever , sire , You are my enemy , I dare here swear ' Twill not be Gersa's fault . Otho , farewell ! Otho . Will you return , Prince , to our banqueting ? Gersa . As to my father's board I will return . Otho .
Gersa . If ever , sire , You are my enemy , I dare here swear ' Twill not be Gersa's fault . Otho , farewell ! Otho . Will you return , Prince , to our banqueting ? Gersa . As to my father's board I will return . Otho .
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Albert arms Auranthe beauty breathe bright close clouds cold comes Conrad dark dead death deep door doth dream earth Emperor Enter Erminia Ethelbert eyes face fair fear feel feet fire flowers follow Gersa give gold golden green hair hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hour keep king lady leave light lips live look lord Ludolph Lycius moan moon morn mortal never night noble once Otho pain pale pass poor Prince rose round Saturn SCENE seen shade side Sigifred silent silver sleep soft sorrow soul speak Spirit stars step stood sure sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought tongue took turn voice warm weep whisper wide winds wine wings young