The Ancient British Drama ... (Google eBook)

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Sir Walter Scott
William Miller, 1810 - English drama
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Page 182 - Two kings in England cannot reign at once. But stay awhile, let me be king till night, That I may gaze upon this glittering crown; So shall my eyes receive their last content, My head, the latest honour due to it, And jointly both yield up their wished right. Continue ever thou celestial sun; Let never silent night possess this clime: Stand still you watches...
Page 182 - But not of kings. The forest deer, being struck, Runs to an herb that closeth up the wounds: But when the imperial lion's flesh is gor'd, He rends and tears it with his wrathful paw, [And], highly scorning that the lowly earth Should drink his blood, mounts up to the air: And so it fares with me, whose dauntless mind Th...
Page 260 - And kill sick people groaning under walls: Sometimes I go about and poison wells; And now and then, to cherish Christian thieves, I am content to lose some of my crowns; That I may, walking in my gallery, See 'em go pinioned along by my door.
Page 188 - And there in mire and puddle have I stood This ten days' space; and, lest that I should sleep, One plays continually upon a drum. They give me bread and water, being a king; So that, for want of sleep, and sustenance, My mind's distempered, and my body's numbed, And whether I have limbs or no I know not.
Page 183 - I might, but heavens and earth conspire To make me miserable! Here receive my crown; Receive it? No, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime.
Page 184 - Inconstant Edmund, dost thou favour him, That wast a cause of his imprisonment? Kent. The more cause have I now to make amends. Y. Mor. {Aside to Q. ISAB.] I tell thee, 'tis not meet that one so false Should come about the person of a prince.
Page 541 - False colours last after the true be dead. Of all the roses grafted on her cheeks, Of all the graces dancing in her eyes, Of all the music set upon her tongue, Of all that was past woman's excellence In her white bosom, look, a painted board Circumscribes all!
Page 187 - To murder you, my most gracious lord ! Far is it from my heart to do you harm. The queen sent me to see how you were...
Page 174 - Commit not to my youth things of more weight Than fits a prince so young as I to bear, And fear not, lord and father, Heaven's great beams On Atlas' shoulder shall not lie more safe, Than shall your charge committed to my trust.
Page 252 - Rather had I a Jew be hated thus, Than pitied in a Christian poverty : For I can see no fruits in all their faith, But malice, falsehood, and excessive pride, Which methinks fits not their profession.

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