Charles the First: An Historical Tragedy, in Four ActsS. French & Son, 1879 - 64 pages |
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art young blood Bon Dieu bows brave canst thou Cavaliers Commons court crave your gracious Crom dare dear heart didst dost thou doth e'en Eliz ELIZABETH England English evil counsellors Exit HUNTLY Exit MORAY eyes Fairfax faithful fatal favour friends hand hast thou hath hear Heaven HENRY HENRY E HENRY IRVING honour humble IRETON King Lear King's kiss Lady Elea Lady Eleanor Lear once liege London look Lord Hunt Lord Huntly Lord Leven Lord Lothian Lord Moray loyal Madam Majesty Majesty's Mary Master Cromwell Methinks Parliament peace pray Prince Prithee Queen Roundhead Saint George SAMUEL FRENCH save the King soldiers sooth speak STEINWAY sweet sweetheart sword tears tell thee thank THEODORE STEINWAY There's thine thou art thou hast Thou shalt to-day tongue traitor troops you promised trust Twas Whitehall Palace wilt words
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Page 16 - My love (quoth young Cordelia then) Which to your grace I owe, Shall be the duty of a child, And that is all I'll show.
Page 14 - Leir once ruled in this land With princely power and peace; And had all things with heart's content, That might his joys increase. Amongst those things that nature gave, 5 Three daughters fair had he, So princely seeming beautiful, As fairer could not be.
Page 55 - 11 hie me to them, — And yet, if by the granting him his life He abdicate — no shifts — he abdicate! Then — then this offer of the Prince of Wales — This young Charles Stuart — he is in our absolute power, As he doth promise if we spare his father. Why if he come — I had not thought of that, — Both son and father given to our hands : Then have we scotched the snake ! Enter an Attendant, who hands CROMWELL a letter. Cromwell (reads the letter). "Declines to see me!" Well — well —...
Page 59 - So ! it were well ; and then — Queen. Then we will both be faithful to ourselves, Even unto death ! Cromwell. Will you not, madam, use your influence ! Queen. Never! My husband, sir, shall die a king! Cromwell. Thou shadow of a king, then art thou doomed!
Page 58 - The haunting of a mute reproach shall dwell For ever in her eyes till they both be dead ! Cromwell (moved). Silence! You speak you know not what. No more! Thou voice within, why dost thou seem so far? Shine out, thou fiery pillar ! Bring me up From the dead wilderness — Queen. Oh! yield not to that voice, hearken to mercy, And I will join my prayers to thine henceforth That thy Elizabeth may live for thee. Cromwell. Madam, I came here with intent of mercy, And with a hope of life. Queen. Of life...
Page 63 - Oh, my loved solace on my thorny road, Sweet clue in all my labyrinth of sorrow, What shall I leave to thee ? To thee I do consign my memory ! Oh, banish not my name from off thy lips Because it pains awhile in naming it. Harsh grief doth pass in time into far music. Red-eyed...
Page 54 - Twas called a Judas! Wide that painter erred. Judas had eyes like thine of candid blue ; His skin was smooth, his hair of youthful gold ; Upon his brow shone the white stamp of truth ; And lips like thine did give the traitor kiss ! The king, my father, loved thine — and at his death He gave me solemn charge to cherish thee.
Page 56 - Madam, I wait. Queen. Oh, sir ! the angels wait and watch your purpose : Unwritten history pauses for your deed, To set your name within a shining annal, Or else to brand it on her foulest page ! Cromwell.
Page 54 - I saw a picture once By a great master ; 'twas an old man's head. Narrow and evil was its wrinkled front ; Eyes close and cunning, a dull vulpine smile : 'Twas called a Judas — wide that artist erred.
Page 55 - So said the voice last night ! A lying dream ! This blood — this blood on me and on my children? It is my wont to feel more heartiness When face to face with action. But this deed Doth wrap itself in doubt and fearfulness. Do I...