The Modern British Drama: TragediesWalter Scott William Miller, 1811 - English drama |
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Page 44
... speak , sir ? Arb . Speak ! am I what I was ? What art thou , that dost creep into my breast And darʼst not see my face ? Shew forth thyself . I feel a pair of fiery wings display'd Hither , from thence . You shall not tarry there ! Up ...
... speak , sir ? Arb . Speak ! am I what I was ? What art thou , that dost creep into my breast And darʼst not see my face ? Shew forth thyself . I feel a pair of fiery wings display'd Hither , from thence . You shall not tarry there ! Up ...
Page 45
... speak again ; yet so I shall but languish for the want of that , The having which would kill me . No man here Offer to speak for her ; for I consider As much as you can say ; I will not toil My body and my mind too ; rest thou there ...
... speak again ; yet so I shall but languish for the want of that , The having which would kill me . No man here Offer to speak for her ; for I consider As much as you can say ; I will not toil My body and my mind too ; rest thou there ...
Page 46
... speak . Arb . I will not hear you speak . Away with her ! Let no man think to speak For such a creature ; for she is a witch , A poisoner , and a traitor ! Gob . Madam , this office grieves me . Pan . Nay , ' tis well ; the king is ...
... speak . Arb . I will not hear you speak . Away with her ! Let no man think to speak For such a creature ; for she is a witch , A poisoner , and a traitor ! Gob . Madam , this office grieves me . Pan . Nay , ' tis well ; the king is ...
Page 48
... speak ? Darkness is in my bosom ; and there lie A thousand thoughts that cannot brook the light . How wilt thou vex me , when this deed is done , Conscience , that art afraid to let me name it ! Mar. How do you , sir ? Arb . Why , very ...
... speak ? Darkness is in my bosom ; and there lie A thousand thoughts that cannot brook the light . How wilt thou vex me , when this deed is done , Conscience , that art afraid to let me name it ! Mar. How do you , sir ? Arb . Why , very ...
Page 52
... speak with the prince Tigranes . Arb . From whom , Bacurius ? Bac . From the princess , sir . Arb . I knew I had seen her . Mar. His fit begins to take him now again . ' Tis a strange fever , and ' twill shake us all anon , I fear ...
... speak with the prince Tigranes . Arb . From whom , Bacurius ? Bac . From the princess , sir . Arb . I knew I had seen her . Mar. His fit begins to take him now again . ' Tis a strange fever , and ' twill shake us all anon , I fear ...
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