British Theatre, Том 6J. Bell, 1791 |
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... hear no more . Not . Madam , my sentiments were well intended ; Justice , not malice , mov'd my honest zeal . My words were echoes of the public voice , Which daily rises , with repeated cries Of high complaint , against this haughty ...
... hear no more . Not . Madam , my sentiments were well intended ; Justice , not malice , mov'd my honest zeal . My words were echoes of the public voice , Which daily rises , with repeated cries Of high complaint , against this haughty ...
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... hear no more - Must I then learn from you To know my province , and be taught to move , As each designing mind directs ? -Leave me . Rut . Her frowns are dreadful , and her eye looks terror . I tremble for my Essex . Save him , Heav'n ...
... hear no more - Must I then learn from you To know my province , and be taught to move , As each designing mind directs ? -Leave me . Rut . Her frowns are dreadful , and her eye looks terror . I tremble for my Essex . Save him , Heav'n ...
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... hear no more . I'm tortur'd - take her hence . Rut . Nay , force me not away . - Inhuman wretches ! Oh , mercy , mercy ! -Then to thee , good Heav'n , ( My queen , my cruel queen , denies to hear me ) To thee I call , to thee for mercy ...
... hear no more . I'm tortur'd - take her hence . Rut . Nay , force me not away . - Inhuman wretches ! Oh , mercy , mercy ! -Then to thee , good Heav'n , ( My queen , my cruel queen , denies to hear me ) To thee I call , to thee for mercy ...
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... hear ; this morn I mean To prove him to the quick ; then if he flinch , No more but this - away with him at once , He must be mine or nothing - But he comes Eij A & t III . 43 JANE SHORE . The dainty gew-gaw forms dissolve at once, ...
... hear ; this morn I mean To prove him to the quick ; then if he flinch , No more but this - away with him at once , He must be mine or nothing - But he comes Eij A & t III . 43 JANE SHORE . The dainty gew-gaw forms dissolve at once, ...
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... hear , Cal ! fiends and spectres ffom the yawning deep , And set the ministers of hell at work , To torture and despoil me of my life . • Hast . If they have done this deed- Glost . If they have done it ! Talk'st thou 58 A & IV . JANE ...
... hear , Cal ! fiends and spectres ffom the yawning deep , And set the ministers of hell at work , To torture and despoil me of my life . • Hast . If they have done this deed- Glost . If they have done it ! Talk'st thou 58 A & IV . JANE ...
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Alic Alicia arms art thou behold Belmour Boad Boadicea bosom brave breast Burleigh Carmelite Christian Cross Cour Courci death dost thou dreadful Dumnorix Earl of Essex Ebran Enob Enter Essex Ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes faithful falchion fall fame fate fear Flam Flaminius foes gen'rous gentle give Glost Gloster grace gracious grief Gyfford hand hast thou hath hear heart Heav'n Hild honour hope horror husband Icenian injur'd JANE SHORE justice lady live Lord HASTINGS Lord Hildebrand Madam malice mercy Mont Montgomeri ne'er never noble Nottingham o'er passion peace pity pow'r queen rage Roman royal Saint Valori SCENE scorn shame sorrows soul Southampton speak Suetonius tears tell Tenan Tenantius tender terrors thee thou art thou hast thought thro trembling Trinobantians truth valour Venusia virtue woman wou'd wounds wretch
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