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AEson Andr Andromache arms art thou Astyanax Barn blood bosom brave breast Ceph Cephisa charms Cleo Cleone Colc Colchians Corinth Creon Creüsa dear death didst dost thou dreadful Earl Edgar Edgar Atheling Edwin Enter Epirus Essex Exeunt Exit eyes faithful fame farewell fate father fear gentlemen give glory Greece Greeks grief guards hand hate hath Hazard hear heart Heav'n hence Hermione honour hope husband Jack Wilding Jason king lady look lord lov’d Lycander madam Matilda Medea ne'er Neph nephew never o'er Orest passion Penelope Phaeacians pity pow'r Pray prince princess proud Pylades Pyrrhus queen rage royal SCENE scorn sorrows soul speak tears tell Thea Theano thee thine thou art thou hast thought Trochaics Twas virtue Waltheof wife Wild woes
Page 59 - The devil was sick, the devil a monk would be ; The devil was well, the devil a monk was he.
Page 25 - Andromache amongst my foes. Andr. Consider, sir, how this will sound in Greece ! How can so great a soul betray such weakness ? Let not men say, so generous a design Was but the transport of a heart in love. Pyr. Your charms will justify me to the world. Andr. How can Andromache, a captive queen, O'erwhelm'd with grief, a burden to herself, Harbour a thought of love ? Alas ! what charms Have these unhappy eyes, by you condemn'd To weep for ever ? — Talk of it no more.
Page 48 - Behold how low you have reduc'da queen ! These eyes have seen my country laid in ashes ; My kindred fall in war ; my father slain ; My husband dragg'd in his own blood ; my son...
Page 46 - ... ever know A mother's sorrow for an only son, Her joy, her bliss, her last surviving comfort! When every hour she trembles for his life !' Your power o'er Pyrrhus may relieve my fears. Alas, what danger is there in a child, Sav'd from the wreck of a whole ruin'd empire? Let me go hide him in some desert isle: You may rely upon my tender care To keep him far from perils of ambition: All he can learn of me will be to weep ! Her.
Page 27 - She has no Troy, No Hector to lament ; she has not lost A husband by your conquests. Such a husband, (Tormenting thought !) whose death alone has made Your sire immortal ! Pyrrhus and Achilles Are both grown great by my calamities.
Page 41 - She was consenting to return to Sparta : Her heart, divided betwixt rage and love, Was on the wing to take its leave of Pyrrhus. She heard my sighs ; she pitied my complaints ; She prais'd my constancy ; The least indifference From this proud king, had made Orestes happy.
Page 26 - Give me but to hope, I'll free your son ; I'll be a father to him : Myself will teach him to avenge the Trojans. I'll go in person to chastise the Greeks, Both for your wrongs and mine. Inspir'd by you, What would I not achieve...
Page 67 - Dwell on the exploits of his immortal father, And sometimes Very pretty : let him hear his mother's name: Let him reflect upon his royal birth With modest pride. Pyrrhus will prove a friend: But let him know he has a conqueror's right.