Ajax His Speech to the Grecian Knabbs, from Ovid's Metam. Lib.XIII ... Attempted in Broad Buchans: To which are Added A Journal to Portsmouth, and A Shop-bill, in the Same Dialect. With a Key
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Página 6 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 18 - ... accus'd ; Think not we wish for blind subserviency In the exercise of such a trust ; but say Frankly, what colour wears this wondrous cause ? D. Nor. On Mary's side, fair as her beauteous front. Q. Eliz. How ! to my face ? [Aside. My Lord, you never speak But from the heart ; such frankness pleases me, And much becomes your family and name ; Which, in good truth, I wish were well secur'd In the right line ; your noble wife, my Lord, Hath lately left us to lament her loss ; You should repair it...
Página 22 - Nor. Though justice is of right, yet he who feels Not thankful for't, betrays a narrow mind, Forgets the general pravity of man, Nor prizes virtues for their rarity. Q. Eliz. Norfolk, attend ! this caution now remains ; What falls from high should deep impression make; Beware how you take part in Mary's cause ! Remember this forgiveness, and engage, That henceforth you'll give over these attempts.
Página 6 - The dreadful call of macer, like a horn, The agent, tottering from some humble shed, The lawyer's claron, like the cock's, at morn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the agent's lamp shall burn, Or busy clerk oft' ply his evening care, No counsel run to hail their quick return, Or long their client's envied fees to share. Oft' did the harvest to their wishes yield, And knotty points their stubborn souls oft
Página 23 - The very thought's a crime — Nature may change; All creatures may their elements forsake ; The universe dissolve and burst its bonds ; Time may engender contrarieties, And bring forth miracles — but none like this, That I should break my word— I'll to my love, Lament our fate, and take my last farewell ACT THE THIRD.
Página 30 - d : the flaming lord of day Had plunged his glowing circle in the sea ; On the blue sky the gath'ring clouds arise, And tempests clap their wings along the skies ; The murm'ring voice of heaven, at distance, fails, And eddying whirlwinds howl along the vales.
Página 19 - ... Scots Is not, I guess, displeasing in your sight. D. Nor. Aspire to gain the queen of Scots ! shall I, So highly countenanced by your good grace, Court one in bondage, fallen, and accused ? Q. Eliz. Is, then, a diadem so small a prize ? D. Nor. Pardon me, madam, if I have no wish To wed a prisoner. — Gods, when I reflect On all the comforts I enjoy at home, How can I wish to seek a land of strife; And purchase, at the price of wealth and ease, A barren sceptre and a fruitless crown ? Q. Eliz....
Página 18 - tis in the bud, and may lie hid Till farther light shall ripen and expand Its native colours. — Here he comes at length. Enter NORFOLK. D. Nor. I fear I'm come full late ; though not the last In love and duty to my gracious queen. Q. Eliz. My Lord, we know your fame for loyalty ; For honour, justice, generosity ; We think ourselves have not been wanting yet, In owning and rewarding your deserts ; Nor can we doubt your faith and gratitude.