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ALICE arms believe better bless BLOUNT BROWN BRUTON chamber child CLAUDE CLERMONT COLONEL FRANKLAND comes COUNTESS dear door dost Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fear feel follow GARCIO GAUVINO gentle give gone hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hold honour hope hour HUMPHRY kind LADY SHREWDLY LADY WORRYMORE leave light live look LORD WORRYMORE LUDOVIQUO MADALINE Madam MALCOLM MARIAN master mean meet mind MISS FRANKLAND mother move nature never night noble pass perhaps poor pray present PROVOST receive rest ROBERT ROBINAIR round ROVANI SCENE SECOND seen SERVANT side SIR JOHN soon SOPHERA sound speak spirit Stage steps strong sure sweet tears tell thank thee thing thou art thou hast thought TORTONA turn voice wish YOUNG ARDEN
Pàgina 369 - But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Pàgina 370 - Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head ; The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp ; her- eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night.
Pàgina 370 - tis not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head ; The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp ; her- eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night.
Pàgina 371 - See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Pàgina 253 - As this now gone—Good night, good night! Sweet sleep be with us, one and all! And if upon its stillness fall The visions of a busy brain, We'll have our pleasure o'er again; To warm the heart, to charm the sight, Gay dreams to all!
Pàgina 27 - I'd lodge thee* Mine- thou art! yes, thou art mine ! * Here is my treasured being : : thou wilt love me. '-. . % (Laying his face close to the child's,,') Blest softness ! little hand and little cheek ! This is a touch so sweet ! a blessed touch ! ' There is love in it ; love .that will not change ! (Bursting into, tears, while the Nurse takes the child again.') . • COUNTESS (aside, observing his emotion).
Pàgina 48 - It cannot be ! The roused and angry deep Lashes its foaming billows o'er the bark That bears the accursed freight, till the scared crew Into its yawning gulf cast forth the murderer. On the embattled field, in armour cased, His manly strength to blasted weakness turns. Yea, in their peaceful homes, men, as by instinct, From the dark rolling of his eye will turn, They know not why, so legibly has Nature Set on his brow the mark of bloody Cain. And shall I think the prosperous...
Pàgina 252 - And ribald song and jesting spent ; The lover's whisper'd words and few Have bade the bashful maid adieu ; The dancing floor is silent quite, No foot bounds there : good night, good night...
Pàgina 252 - The clansmen in the heather'd hall, Sweet sleep be with you, one and all ! We part in hopes of days as bright As this gone by : good night, good night ! Sweet sleep be with us, one and all ! And if upon its stillness fall The visions of a busy brain, Well have our pleasure o'er again, To warm the heart, to charm the sight, Gay dreams to all ! good night, good night ! Carolinay Lady Nairne.
Pàgina 49 - I'll not believe it. (After another pause.) Would in this better faith my mind had strength To hold itself unshaken ! Doubt is misery. I'll go to him myself, and tell my wretchedness. O ! if his kindling eye with generous ire Repel the charge ; — if his blest voice deny it, Though one raised from the dead swore to its truth, I'll not believe it. Enter SOPHERA. What brings thee here again ? Did I not charge thee To go to bed ? SOPHERA.