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第5页
... say , What tidings bring you from the English Court ? L. Her . Beton ! if faith , and zeal in a good caufe , Cou'd have fecur'd fuccefs , it had been thine ; Your claim of fimple audience for a queen Was founded on a royal pledge . The ...
... say , What tidings bring you from the English Court ? L. Her . Beton ! if faith , and zeal in a good caufe , Cou'd have fecur'd fuccefs , it had been thine ; Your claim of fimple audience for a queen Was founded on a royal pledge . The ...
第7页
... say , Is the fecure ? Whe guards the Castle gates ? Is ev'ry narrow - flit , and loop - hole watch'd ? L. Scrope . Tax me not , Douglas ! with feverity L. Doug . ' Tis but your duty which you exercife With tender feeling , and more true ...
... say , Is the fecure ? Whe guards the Castle gates ? Is ev'ry narrow - flit , and loop - hole watch'd ? L. Scrope . Tax me not , Douglas ! with feverity L. Doug . ' Tis but your duty which you exercife With tender feeling , and more true ...
第17页
... Say I'll come . [ Exit Dav [ Afide . ] So Leicefter has fome fecret to divulge Upon his death bed , tho ' I trust in Heaven He doth not yet upon his death bed lie ! - [ Addreffed to Norfolk . ] And on what pillow Nor- folk lays his head ...
... Say I'll come . [ Exit Dav [ Afide . ] So Leicefter has fome fecret to divulge Upon his death bed , tho ' I trust in Heaven He doth not yet upon his death bed lie ! - [ Addreffed to Norfolk . ] And on what pillow Nor- folk lays his head ...
第23页
... say these eyes were witnefs to , Have charms for me ; ' tis all I ask , to fit Long , wintry , fleepless nights , and chear awhile The heavy hours that hang around your head Mary . Heavens ! how have I deferv'd fuch kind- nefs ! No ...
... say these eyes were witnefs to , Have charms for me ; ' tis all I ask , to fit Long , wintry , fleepless nights , and chear awhile The heavy hours that hang around your head Mary . Heavens ! how have I deferv'd fuch kind- nefs ! No ...
第24页
... Say you do not believe them , man ! Speak , prythee ! Oh , you hefitate ! I'm loft ! He's gone ! I fee the cruel lioness Has feiz'd the noble hart ; he bleeds beneath Her horrid fangs . [ Leaning on Lady Douglas . L. Doug . Alas ! her ...
... Say you do not believe them , man ! Speak , prythee ! Oh , you hefitate ! I'm loft ! He's gone ! I fee the cruel lioness Has feiz'd the noble hart ; he bleeds beneath Her horrid fangs . [ Leaning on Lady Douglas . L. Doug . Alas ! her ...
常见术语和短语
Afide ALPIN arms bends beneath Beton blood bofom brave breaſt CALEDONIA Capt Captain Cecil chiefs cou'd croud CULENA DANE Davifon dear death DENMARK Doug Durrus Eliz Enter Erina Ettercap ev'ry Exit eyes fafe faid fair fame fate fhall fhield fhining fhou'd fide fight filent fing firſt fleeth Flour fome foon foul frae ftand ftill fuch fure fword gallant gen'rous Gutcher HACO heart Heav'n himſelf honour INDULPH Jenny king Lady Douglas laft Lord Lovef lyre maid Mary muft muſt night Nimb Nimble Norfolk o'er pleaſure Queen Queen of Scots rifing royal ruſh ſhall ſhe ſhore Shrews Sir Anth SOMERLED Sophy ſpear ſpoke ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtood ſtorm sweet tear thee thefe theſe thou thro tow'rs trembling twas valiant voice warrior wave whofe wind wou'd wound youth
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第6页 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
第18页 - ... accus'd ; Think not we wish for blind subserviency In the exercise of such a trust ; but say Frankly, what colour wears this wondrous cause ? D. Nor. On Mary's side, fair as her beauteous front. Q. Eliz. How ! to my face ? [Aside. My Lord, you never speak But from the heart ; such frankness pleases me, And much becomes your family and name ; Which, in good truth, I wish were well secur'd In the right line ; your noble wife, my Lord, Hath lately left us to lament her loss ; You should repair it...
第22页 - Nor. Though justice is of right, yet he who feels Not thankful for't, betrays a narrow mind, Forgets the general pravity of man, Nor prizes virtues for their rarity. Q. Eliz. Norfolk, attend ! this caution now remains ; What falls from high should deep impression make; Beware how you take part in Mary's cause ! Remember this forgiveness, and engage, That henceforth you'll give over these attempts.
第6页 - The dreadful call of macer, like a horn, The agent, tottering from some humble shed, The lawyer's claron, like the cock's, at morn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the agent's lamp shall burn, Or busy clerk oft' ply his evening care, No counsel run to hail their quick return, Or long their client's envied fees to share. Oft' did the harvest to their wishes yield, And knotty points their stubborn souls oft
第1页 - I've done No prejudice to Scotland's crown— tell him My latest words were those of Scotland's queen. i MELVIN tries to speak, and is unable. Poor soul, thy griefs have chok'd thy speech! Adieu ! Bear witness, all ! tell it throughout the world, But chiefly to my family in France, That I die firmly in their holy faith ! And you, ye ministers from England's queen ! Tell her, she hath my pardon ; and relate, That, with my dying breath, I do beseech Her kindness to my servants ; and request Safe conduct...
第23页 - The very thought's a crime — Nature may change; All creatures may their elements forsake ; The universe dissolve and burst its bonds ; Time may engender contrarieties, And bring forth miracles — but none like this, That I should break my word— I'll to my love, Lament our fate, and take my last farewell ACT THE THIRD.
第30页 - d : the flaming lord of day Had plunged his glowing circle in the sea ; On the blue sky the gath'ring clouds arise, And tempests clap their wings along the skies ; The murm'ring voice of heaven, at distance, fails, And eddying whirlwinds howl along the vales.
第19页 - ... Scots Is not, I guess, displeasing in your sight. D. Nor. Aspire to gain the queen of Scots ! shall I, So highly countenanced by your good grace, Court one in bondage, fallen, and accused ? Q. Eliz. Is, then, a diadem so small a prize ? D. Nor. Pardon me, madam, if I have no wish To wed a prisoner. — Gods, when I reflect On all the comforts I enjoy at home, How can I wish to seek a land of strife; And purchase, at the price of wealth and ease, A barren sceptre and a fruitless crown ? Q. Eliz....
第18页 - tis in the bud, and may lie hid Till farther light shall ripen and expand Its native colours. — Here he comes at length. Enter NORFOLK. D. Nor. I fear I'm come full late ; though not the last In love and duty to my gracious queen. Q. Eliz. My Lord, we know your fame for loyalty ; For honour, justice, generosity ; We think ourselves have not been wanting yet, In owning and rewarding your deserts ; Nor can we doubt your faith and gratitude.