The Fair Penitent: And Jane ShoreHeath, 1907 - 255 стор. |
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... the wife , the mistress , and the friend : This age , ' t is true , has one great instance seen , And heav'n in justice made that one a Queen . 28 you . 1714 , ye . 25 30 35 DRAMATIS PERSONÆ MEN Sciolto , a Nobleman of Genoa , Prologue 7.
... the wife , the mistress , and the friend : This age , ' t is true , has one great instance seen , And heav'n in justice made that one a Queen . 28 you . 1714 , ye . 25 30 35 DRAMATIS PERSONÆ MEN Sciolto , a Nobleman of Genoa , Prologue 7.
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... heav'n . 20 25 Hor . So open , so unbounded was his goodness , 30 It reach'd ev'n me , because I was thy friend . When that great man I lov'd , thy noble father , Bequeath'd thy gentle sister to my arms , His last dear pledge and legacy ...
... heav'n . 20 25 Hor . So open , so unbounded was his goodness , 30 It reach'd ev'n me , because I was thy friend . When that great man I lov'd , thy noble father , Bequeath'd thy gentle sister to my arms , His last dear pledge and legacy ...
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... heav'n , he found my fortunes so aban- don'd , That nothing but a miracle could raise ' em ; My father's bounty , and the state's ingratitude , Had strip'd him bare , nor left him ev'n a grave ; Undone my self , and sinking with his ...
... heav'n , he found my fortunes so aban- don'd , That nothing but a miracle could raise ' em ; My father's bounty , and the state's ingratitude , Had strip'd him bare , nor left him ev'n a grave ; Undone my self , and sinking with his ...
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... hereditary Are in thy mind ; thy noble father's virtues Spring freshly forth , and blossom in thy youth . 70 75 74-80 It is . · · he gave . F omits . Alt . Thus heav'n from nothing rais'd his fair creation 12 [ ACT I. The Fair Penitent.
... hereditary Are in thy mind ; thy noble father's virtues Spring freshly forth , and blossom in thy youth . 70 75 74-80 It is . · · he gave . F omits . Alt . Thus heav'n from nothing rais'd his fair creation 12 [ ACT I. The Fair Penitent.
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And Jane Shore Nicholas Rowe Sophie Chantal Hart. Alt . Thus heav'n from nothing rais'd his fair creation , And then with wond'rous joy beheld its beauty , Well pleas'd to see the excellence he gave . Sci . Oh noble youth ! I swear since ...
And Jane Shore Nicholas Rowe Sophie Chantal Hart. Alt . Thus heav'n from nothing rais'd his fair creation , And then with wond'rous joy beheld its beauty , Well pleas'd to see the excellence he gave . Sci . Oh noble youth ! I swear since ...
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Alic Alicia Altamont arms beauty behold Bellmour Ben Jonson Betterton Bishop of Ely bless Calista Cates Catesby characters cou'd curse death dost thou drama Duke Dumont e'er edition Edward Edward IV eighteenth century Enter ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes F omits Fair Penitent fantastick fatal Fatal Dowry father folios fond forgive friendship Genest gentle give Glos Gloster grace grief hadst hand happy heart heav'n honour Horatio husband Jane Shore justice king Lavinia live lord chamberlain Lord Hastings Loth Lothario mercy Mirror for Magistrates mistress Nahum Tate never NICHOLAS ROWE night noble o'er peace pity play pow'r protector publick Ratcliff Richard Rowe Rowe's ruin scene Sciolto Servant Shakespeare shame Shore's wife shou'd sigh sorrows soul tears tell tender THEATRE thee thou art thou hast TRAGEDY OF JANE virtue wou'd wretch wrong'd
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Сторінка 225 - What, me, my lord ?' quoth he. ' Yea, thee, traitor,' quoth the protector. And another let fly at the lord Stanley, which shrunk at the stroke and fell under the table, or else his head had been cleft to the teeth ; for as shortly as he shrank, yet ran the blood about his ears. Then...
Сторінка 133 - Think not, the good, The gentle deeds of mercy thou hast done Shall die forgotten all; the poor, the pris'ner, The fatherless, the friendless, and the widow, Who daily own the bounty of thy hand, Shall cry to heav'n, and pull a blessing on thee...
Сторінка 136 - To sooth the sorrows of the midnight mourner, Comfort comes with them ; like the golden sun Dispels the sullen shades with her sweet influence, And cheers the melancholy house of care.
Сторінка 199 - Inclining fondly to me she has sworn, She lov'd me more than all the world beside. Alic. Ha ! say'st thou ! — let me look upon thee well — «° 'T is true — I know thee now — A mischief on \ thee! — Thou art that fatal fair, that cursed she, That set my brain a madding. Thou hast robb'd me; Thou hast undone me — Murder ! Oh my Hastings ! See his pale bloody head shoots glaring by me ! 215 Give him me back again, thou soft deluder, Thou beauteous witch — 200 •wind.
Сторінка 223 - Chamberlain, as he that for the love between them thought he might be boldest with him, answered and said, That they were worthy to be punished as heinous traitors, whatsoever they were. And all the other affirmed the same. That is (quoth he) yonder sorceress my brother's wife, and other with her (meaning the queen).
Сторінка 32 - twas he that had undone me. Luc. Ye sacred Powers, whose gracious Providence \ Is watchful for our Good, guard me from Men, From their deceitful Tongues, their Vows and Flatteries ; Still let me pass neglected by their Eyes, Let my Bloom wither, and my Form decay, That none may think it worth his while to ruin me, And fatal Love may never be my Bane.
Сторінка 134 - If, strongly charm'd, she leave the thorny way, And in the softer paths of pleasure stray, Ruin ensues, reproach and endless shame, And one false step entirely damns her fame: In vain with tears the loss she may deplore, In vain look back on what she was before; She sets, like stars that fall, to rise no more.
Сторінка 208 - Thou murd'rous sorrow! Wo't thou still drink her blood, pursue her still? Must she then die? Oh, my poor penitent, Speak peace to thy sad heart.— She hears me not; Grief masters ev'ry sense.
Сторінка 225 - I will not to dinner till I see thy head off.' It boded him not to ask why, but heavily he took a priest at adventure, and made a short shrift, for a longer would not be suffered, the Protector made so much haste to dinner; which he might not go to till this were done for saving of his oath.