Mary Stuart, a tragedy, tr. by [J.C. Mellish].

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Page 67 - And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate" by his side come hot from hell , Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men , groaning for burial.
Page 126 - MARY O sister, rule your realm in peace : I give up ev'ry claim to these domains — Alas! the pinions of my soul are lam'd; Greatness entices me no more : your point Is gain'd; I am but Mary's shadow now — My noble spirit is at last broke down By long captivity: — you've done your worst On me; you have destroy'd me in my bloom!
Page 121 - ELIZABETH (stepping back}. You are where it becomes you, Lady Stuart ; And thankfully I prize my God's protection, Who hath not suffer'd me to kneel a suppliant Thus at your feet, as you now kneel at mine MARY (with increasing energy of feeling).
Page 125 - Who shall prevent me ? Say, did not your uncle Set all the kings of Europe the example, How to conclude a peace with those they hate. Be mine the school of Saint Bartholomew; What 's kindred then to me, or nations
Page 130 - Now I am happy, Hannah ! and, at last, After whole years of sorrow and abasement, One moment of victorious revenge ! A weight falls off my heart, a weight of mountains ; I plung'd the steel in my oppressor's breast ! ŁEN.
Page 128 - All false appearance as became a Queen. The worst of me is known, and I can say, That I am better than the fame I bear.
Page 128 - The raging flames of lawless secret lust. Virtue was not your portion from your mother ; Well know we what it was which brought the head Of Anna Boleyn to the fatal block.
Page 126 - d me in my bloom ! Now, end your work, my sister ; — speak at length The word, which to pronounce has brought you hither ; For I will ne'er believe, that you are come, To mock unfeelingly your hapless victim. Pronounce this word ; — say, " Mary, you are free : You have already felt my pow'r, — learn now To honour too my generosity.
Page 129 - Moderation! I've supported What human nature can support : farewell, Lamb-hearted resignation, passive patience, Fly to thy native heaven; burst at length Thy bonds, come forward from thy dreary cave, In all thy fury, long-suppressed rancour! And thou, who to the anger'd basilisk Impart'st the murd'rous glance, O, arm my tongue With poison'd darts ! SHREWSBURY She is beside herself!
Page 128 - ELIZABETH (regards her long, with a look of proud contempt) Those then, my Lord of Leicester, are the charms Which no man with impunity can view, Near which no woman dare attempt to stand? In sooth, this honour has been cheaply gain'd; She who to all is common, may with ease Become the common object of applause.

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