Barbarossa; A Tragedy. as It Is Performed at the Theatres-Royal in Drury-Lane and Covent-Garden Volume 5

Barbarossa; A Tragedy. as It Is Performed at the Theatres-Royal in Drury-Lane and Covent-Garden Volume 5

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1770 edition. Excerpt: ...Father?--not my Father. Can I d-part till I have seen Zaphira? Irene. Justice, said'st thou? That Word hath struck me, like a Peal of Thunder! Thine Eye, which wont to melt with gentle Love, Now glares with Terror! Thy Approach by Night--Thy dark Disguise, thy Looks, and fierce Demeanor, Yes, all conspire to tell me, I am lost! Think, Selim, what Irene must indure, Shou'd she be guilty of a Father's Blood! Selim.. A Father's Blood! Irene. Too sure. In vain thou hid'st Thy dirt Intent! Forbid it, Heav'n, Irene Shou'd Shou'd see Destruction hov'ring o'er her Father, And not prevent the Blow' Se Li M. Is this thy Love, Thy Gratitude to him, who sav'd thy Honour? Irene. 'Tis Gratitude to him who gave me Life; He who preserv'd me claims the second Place. Selim. Is he net a Tyrant, Murderer? Irene. O spare my Shame! I am his Daughter still! S E lIM. Wou'dst thou become the Partner of his Crimes? Irene. Forbid it, Heav'n!--Yet I must save a Father! S E lIM. Come on then. Lead me to him. Glut thine Eye With Selim's Blood Irene. Was e'er Distress like mine! O S E L i M can I see my Father perish! Wou'd I had ne'er been born! Weeps. Selim. Thou virtuous Maid! My Heart bleeds for thee! Irene. Quit, O quit these Walls - Heav'n will ordain some gentler, happier Means, To heel thy Woes! Thy dark Attempt is big With Horror and Destruction! Generous Prince! Resign thy dreadful Purpose, and depart! Selim. May not I see Zaphira, ere I go? Thy gentle Pity will not, sure, deny us The mournful Pleasure of a parting Tear? i Irene Irene. Gc, then, and give her Peace. But sly these Walls, As soon as Morning shines: --Else, tho' Despair Drives me to Madness;--yet--to save a Father!--O S lIM! spare my Tongue the horrid Sentence? Fly I ere Destruction seize...
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  • Paperback | 24 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 1mm | 64g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236636597
  • 9781236636591