Vortigern: An Historical Tragedy, in Five Acts; ... and Henry the Second, an Historical Drama. Supposed to be Written by the Author of Vortigern |
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againſt anſwer bear Beck Becket Befeech Britons brother CATAGRINUS cauſe cou'd crown deed doft doth e'en Enter AURELIUS Enter Enter Exeunt facred fafe fain wou'd farewel father fave fhall fhew fhou'd fight Flavia fleep fmile fome fons Fool foon foul fpeak ftand ftill ftir ftraight fuch fweet fword gentle grace hath heart Heav'n Heng Hengift HENRY himſelf Hugh is't itſelf King King of Scots Leic LEICESTER liege loft look Lord de Clifford mafter meffenger methinks moft moſt Mowbray muft muſt myſelf ne'er o'er PASCENTIUS pleaſe prefent Princes purpoſe Queen reft Rich rifes Rofa Rowena Salis SALISBURY SCENE ſhall ſpeak ſtand ſweet tell thee thefe Theobald theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thou'rt thouſand troops Twere unto Uter vile VORTIGERN whofe Woodstock Palace Wort wou'd wou'd'ft
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Page 72 - Though he be stretch'd upon the flinty rock And lies not further from its lofty brink Than half his body's length, e'en such a man, Thou'lt hug, although the roaring sea itself 25 Conjoin to make the spot more horrible!
Page 75 - Like men in armour, glittering in a row ; But for the cloak and pointed beard we note The close-cropt head and little short great-coat, Yet is the modern Briton still the same, Eager to cherish, and averse to blame, Foe to deception, ready to defend, A kind protector, and a generous friend.
Page 33 - O! God! why shou'd I a mere speck on Earth, Tear Thousands from their wives, Children and Homes? O wherefore from this transitory sleep, That now doth steal from them their inward cares, Shou'd I send thousands to cold dreary death?
Page 72 - ... But, oh, how different stands the case with me! I for a nation toil, and if I sin, 30 Millions of souls rain curses on my head. I see it now! The man whom Fortune woos Will ne'er be woo'd by thee! Wherefore is it That now the curse of heav'n roars against me Louder and hotter than 'tis wont to do? 35 I ne'er kill'd my father, deny'd my God, Yet doth my own flesh seek to destroy me. Is it, oh lord, that I am worse in sin, Or that the deeds of my forefathers gone Are reckon'd up, and I am singled...
Page xi - Unbias'd, then, pronounce your dread decree Alike from prejudice and favour free. If the fierce ordeal...
Page 74 - But O ! I tremble now, — there fits, a man, Rugged and rough, a very Caliban ! He growls out his difpleafure — 'tis a fhame! Do, dear Miranda! make the monfter tame. • And you, my pretty Beatrice, don't fret, Your Benedick is fond of a coquette. For tho' he vows he'll think no more about you, He means to marry — he can't live without you.
Page 34 - I send thousands to cold dreary death? 'Tis true, I am a King, and what of that? Is not life dear to them, as 'tis to me? O ! peasant, envy not the prince's lot; Thy page in life's great book is not foul charg'd, And like to ours besmear'd with dying breaths. O ! had I lives myself enough to answer The ravenous and greedy jaws of death, That will on these my friends, my soldiers, Such havoc make, and wanton gluttony! Father of mercy, great God, spare this blood ! And if I must alone receive the crown,...
Page v - ... incapacity and ignorance. ' Neither the index-lore, or the alphabetical, lexicographical, labours of this fagacious difcoverer, or his congenial followers or affociates, nor any declaration fince made from a quarter once domeftic to the editor, through which fomething like genuine information might naturally have been -expected, can induce him to believe that great part of the mafs of papers in his poireffion are the fabrication of any individual, or fet of men of the prefent day.