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Agnes Aler Alexander Anna Arcas arms art thou Augustus Applegath Bates behold Beverley blood bosom brave breast CALIPPUs Cassander Char Charlotte Clyt Clytus curses dare death despair Dionysius distress dost thou Doug Douglas dread Enter Ereunt Erit EUMENEs Euphrasia Evander Exit eyes farewell fate father fear fortune give Glen Glenalvon gods hand happy hear heart Heaven Heph Hephestion honour hope horror Jarvis king kneel Lady Laura Lewson live lord Lysimachus madam Melanthon never night noble Norval o'er Osmond Parisatis passion Perdiccas Phil Philotas Phoc Phocion pity Polyperchon pow'r rage Rand Randolph Roxana ruin SCENE scorn shalt Sicily Siffredi Sigismunda Siſ slave sorrow soul speak Stat Statira Stuke sword Tancred tears tell thee THEssaLUs thine thou art thou hast thought Timoleon Twas tyrant vengeance virtue Wilm Wilmot wretch youth
第16页 - My name is NORVAL: on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home.
第41页 - Randolph's favour now exalts your youth Above his veterans of famous service. Let me, who know these soldiers, counsel you. Give them all honour : seem not to command ; Else they will scarcely brook your late sprung power, Which nor alliance props, nor birth adorns. Nor. Sir, I have been accustom'd all my days To hear and speak the plain and simple truth : And tho...
第33页 - Water his drink, his food the shepherds' alms. I went to see him, and my heart was touch'd With reverence and pity. Mild he spake, And, entering on discourse, such stories told As made me oft revisit his sad cell. For he had been a soldier in his youth ; And fought in famous battles, when the peers Of Europe, by the bold Godfredo led, Against th' usurping infidel display'd The blessed cross, and won the Holy Land.
第8页 - Thy grief wrests to its purposes my words. I never ask'd of thee that ardent love Which in the breasts of fancy's children burns. Decent affection and complacent kindness Were all I wish'd for ; but I wish'd in vain. Hence with the less regret my eyes behold The storm of war that gathers o'er this land: If I should perish by the Danish sword, Matilda would not shed one tear the more. Lady R.
第19页 - Heav'n will bless so gen'rous a resolve. You must, my noble dame, exert your power . You must awake : devices will be fram'd, And arrows pointed at the breast of Norval. Lady R. Glenalvon's false and crafty head will work Against a rival in his kinsman's love, If I deter him not: I only can. Bold as he is, Glenalvon will beware How he pulls down the fabric that I raise. I'll be the artist of young Norval's fortune.
第43页 - Glen. Norval, Let not our variance mar the social hour, Nor wrong the hospitality of Randolph. Nor frowning anger, nor yet wrinkled hate, Shall stain my countenance. Smooth thou thy brow : Nor let our strife disturb the gentle dame.
第25页 - The needy man who has known better days, One whom distress has spited at the world, Is he whom tempting fiends would pitch upon To do such deeds, as make the prosperous men Lift up their hands, and wonder who could do them...
第40页 - I shall e'er acquire a leader's name, My speech will be less ardent. Novelty Now prompts my tongue, and youthful admiration Vents itself freely ; since no part is mine Of praise pertaining to the great in arms. Glen. You wrong yourself, brave sir; your martial deeds Have rank'd you with the great.