The Hungarian Daughter: A Dramatic PoemC. Mitchell, 1841 - 294 pages |
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Arch-Duke arms art thou AUSTRIAN Author bear blood breath Buda Cardinal characters dare Daughter dear death doth drama dramatist ears earth Eminence Enter TURASC Exit TURASC eyes Father fear feel Ferdinand FLEET STREET genius George Martinuzzi George Stephens GEORGE STEPHENS'S ERDELY Gertrude and Beatrice Grace hand hath hear heart Heaven Hermanstadt holy honour hope interest ISABELLA King King John Lady Lady's Magazine light lips look Lord Castaldo Madam Manuscripts of Erdely MASK Methinks Mother nature never noble o'er pale pardon passion Patent Theatres pause peace perusal Piadena play pray prithee Queen Czerina QUEEN ISABELLA Queen of Hungary Regent romance royal SCENE silence Sir Rupert sleep soul speak spirit stage stand sword Temple Bar thee thine things thou art thou hast thou shalt thought To-morrow Tragedy Transylvania truth unto voice Warsaw wilt words
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Page i - When he made a decree for the rain, and a way for the lightning of the thunder; Then did he see it, and declare it; he prepared it, yea, and searched it out. And unto man he said, Behold, the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom; and to depart from evil is understanding.
Page xxiii - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page xvi - I pray thee, look thou giv'st my little boy Some syrup for his cold, and let the girl Say her prayers ere she sleep. Now what you please : What death? Bos. Strangling; here are your executioners. Duch. I forgive them: The apoplexy, catarrh, or cough o' the lungs, Would do as much as they do.
Page 231 - ... wily fox Fence their dank earthy holes, — the lion's den Is open. We will fight for Rome and- freedom, Here in Rome's very streets, beside the hearths Of the freed citizens, the households gods Worshipped in every faith. Fling wide the gates ! I'll follow on the instant. Ho, my armour ! \Ejccant, R.
Page 132 - t not dishonour to bestow this hand But with this heart ? And for my apprehension, 'T were blind not dull did I forget I am Shut from the world.
Page 131 - ve learned so much of you. When Solyman in return for his alliance Asked you to cede the Banat of Temeswar, Proudly you made response, " that Hungary Could not be grateful with her freedom, nor Her Regent with his honour.
Page 134 - Why not," my Liege ? suppose I say mine order Gives to my will the impress of divine, Or that thine orphan'd years require the curb ? Suppose I say because of all my toil For Hungary, or for your great defence In this my victory, when, your bulwark, I Wrestled and took in death that you may live ? I might. . and none could doubt my plea were just, . . Thou, least of all! But oh ! I need not thus. I bid thee but recal my anxious care From infancy to fit thee for thy throne : I bid thee think how once,...
Page 1 - MARTINUZZI.—Dawn of Day: MARTINUZZI seated writing. MARTINUZZI. THE morning breaks; the blue and vigorous air Doth shake his wings; the blithe immortal day, Bounding to light the darkness of the earth, On yonder ocean-shore is young again. The orbs of heaven are closed in sleep ; I, too, Have worn the toilsome night out with my lamps; And fain would hide me like the sickly stars Who trick the lazy minutes until dark, * Beneath some wizard arch. But ah ! I may not, The while...
Page 3 - VOICE IS THE VOICE OF GOD ! THE RALLYING POINT COLOSWAR ! VASSALS, SPEED TO SAVE THE NATION !" Here, look to 't. And if Rupert. . no, 't was nothing Of consequence . . . but should he seek again An audience with me ... he must be admitted. SECRETARY. Your Eminence, I 'll not fail.
Page 135 - ... whilst you were sleeping. Thou hast seen my face all shrunk and pale with grief Until you rose again. Oh! I did tend you Like . . like your nurse, my Daughter. What shall now Estrangement come betwixt my heart and thine, That from thy cradle grew before me still ? And canst thou level taunts 'gainst thy confessor? CZERINA. No, not 'gainst thee. Mercy ! The absolute charm Thou hast to make me weep for bitter words, Wrung from my lips by thine own tyranny ! Forgive me : Let us talk of something...