Mary Stuart, a tragedy, tr. by [J.C. Mellish]. |
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... throne ? Where the imperial canopy of state ? Must she then set her tender foot , that's us'd To softest treading , on this common floor ? Ignoble pewter serves the royal table ; — No lady in the land but would disdain it . Paul ...
... throne ? Where the imperial canopy of state ? Must she then set her tender foot , that's us'd To softest treading , on this common floor ? Ignoble pewter serves the royal table ; — No lady in the land but would disdain it . Paul ...
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... throne Which she , with such misdeeds , so oft disgrac'd.- Sworn against England's welfare came she hither , To call the Spanish times of bloody Mary Back to this land , to make us Catholics , And sell us to the false deceitful French ...
... throne Which she , with such misdeeds , so oft disgrac'd.- Sworn against England's welfare came she hither , To call the Spanish times of bloody Mary Back to this land , to make us Catholics , And sell us to the false deceitful French ...
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... throne , and with your lovely self , And your hereditary crown , distinguish'd : - Your work was his existence , and your grace Bedew'd him like the gentle rains of heav'n . Could he forget , that his so splendid lot Was the creation of ...
... throne , and with your lovely self , And your hereditary crown , distinguish'd : - Your work was his existence , and your grace Bedew'd him like the gentle rains of heav'n . Could he forget , that his so splendid lot Was the creation of ...
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... throne . Mary . Will she then dare to lay disgracefully My crowned head beneath the bloody axe ? Mort . She will most surely dare it , doubt it not . Mary . And can she thus roll in the very dust , Her own , and ev'ry monarch's majesty ...
... throne . Mary . Will she then dare to lay disgracefully My crowned head beneath the bloody axe ? Mort . She will most surely dare it , doubt it not . Mary . And can she thus roll in the very dust , Her own , and ev'ry monarch's majesty ...
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... throne and hand . Mary . Will not the King of Spain then arm himself ? Mort . She fears not a collected world in arms , If she but be at peace with her own people . Mary . Were this a spectacle for British eyes ? Mort . This land , my ...
... throne and hand . Mary . Will not the King of Spain then arm himself ? Mort . She fears not a collected world in arms , If she but be at peace with her own people . Mary . Were this a spectacle for British eyes ? Mort . This land , my ...
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arms behold bless bloody bosom brows call'd church condemn'd confidence Count L'Aubespine court crime crown Curl dare Davison death deceiv'd deed dreadful duty e'en Earl of Leicester earthly Eliz Elizabeth enemy ev'ry everlasting eyes faith favour fear forc'd Fotheringay France gen'rous giv'n gracious hand happy hast hate hath hear heart heav'n heav'nly holy honour hope justice Kent kings L'Aub Lady letter liberty Lord Burleigh Lord High Treasurer Lord Leicester Majesty Mary Stuart Melvil mercy mistress Mort Mortimer murder ne'er never noble O'Kelly Paul Paulet peace pow'r prepar'd pris'ner prison Queen of England Queen of Scotland Queen of Scots realm rescue Rheims royal sentence servants shew Shrews Shrewsbury soul sov'reign speak spirit suffer suffer'd thee thou throne thyself tow'rds traitor tremble turn'd twas voice William Davison wish wish'd woman word wretch youth zeal
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Page 67 - And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate" by his side come hot from hell , Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men , groaning for burial.
Page 126 - MARY O sister, rule your realm in peace : I give up ev'ry claim to these domains — Alas! the pinions of my soul are lam'd; Greatness entices me no more : your point Is gain'd; I am but Mary's shadow now — My noble spirit is at last broke down By long captivity: — you've done your worst On me; you have destroy'd me in my bloom!
Page 121 - ELIZABETH (stepping back}. You are where it becomes you, Lady Stuart ; And thankfully I prize my God's protection, Who hath not suffer'd me to kneel a suppliant Thus at your feet, as you now kneel at mine MARY (with increasing energy of feeling).
Page 125 - Who shall prevent me ? Say, did not your uncle Set all the kings of Europe the example, How to conclude a peace with those they hate. Be mine the school of Saint Bartholomew; What 's kindred then to me, or nations
Page 130 - Now I am happy, Hannah ! and, at last, After whole years of sorrow and abasement, One moment of victorious revenge ! A weight falls off my heart, a weight of mountains ; I plung'd the steel in my oppressor's breast ! £EN.
Page 128 - All false appearance as became a Queen. The worst of me is known, and I can say, That I am better than the fame I bear.
Page 128 - The raging flames of lawless secret lust. Virtue was not your portion from your mother ; Well know we what it was which brought the head Of Anna Boleyn to the fatal block.
Page 126 - d me in my bloom ! Now, end your work, my sister ; — speak at length The word, which to pronounce has brought you hither ; For I will ne'er believe, that you are come, To mock unfeelingly your hapless victim. Pronounce this word ; — say, " Mary, you are free : You have already felt my pow'r, — learn now To honour too my generosity.
Page 129 - Moderation! I've supported What human nature can support : farewell, Lamb-hearted resignation, passive patience, Fly to thy native heaven; burst at length Thy bonds, come forward from thy dreary cave, In all thy fury, long-suppressed rancour! And thou, who to the anger'd basilisk Impart'st the murd'rous glance, O, arm my tongue With poison'd darts ! SHREWSBURY She is beside herself!
Page 128 - ELIZABETH (regards her long, with a look of proud contempt) Those then, my Lord of Leicester, are the charms Which no man with impunity can view, Near which no woman dare attempt to stand? In sooth, this honour has been cheaply gain'd; She who to all is common, may with ease Become the common object of applause.