The British Theatre; Or, a Collection of Plays, Which Are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Convent Gardin, Haymarket, and Lyceum Volume 6

The British Theatre; Or, a Collection of Plays, Which Are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Convent Gardin, Haymarket, and Lyceum Volume 6

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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. 1824 edition. Excerpt: ...hoped, not fear'd. Glost. Thou hast it, boy; 'tis to be hop'd indeed. On me they cast their eyes, and hourly court me To lead them on; and, whilst this head is mine, I'm theirs. A little covert craft, my boy, And then for open action; 'twill be employment Worthy such honest daring souls as thine. Thou, Edmund, art my trusty emissary, Haste on the spur, at the first break of day, With these despatches to the duke of Cambray. Gives him letters. You know what-mortal feuds have always flam'd Between this Duke of Cornwall's family and his;-Full twenty thousand mountaineers Th' inveterate prince will send to our assistance. Despatch; commend us to his grace, and prosper. Exit Gloster. Edm. Yes, credulous old man, I will commend you to his grace, His grace the Duke of Cornwall: instantly I'll show him these contents in thy own character, And seal'd with thy own signet; then forthwith The chol'ric duke gives sentence on thy life; And to my hand thy vast revenues fall, To glut my pleasures, that till now have starved. Retires. Gloster returns, followed by Cordelia and AranThe, jxwrlg dressed;--Edmund observing al a distance. Cord. Turn, Gloster, turn; by all the sacred pow'rs; 1 do conjure you give my griefs a hearing: Kneels. You must, you shall, nay, I am sure you will; For you were always styled the just and good. Glost. What wouldst thou, princess? Rise, and speak thy griefs... L Cord. Nay, you shall promise to redress thein too, Or here I'll kneel for ever. I entreat Thy succour for a father, and a king;" An injur'd father, and an injur'd king. ' Edm. O charming sorrow! How her tears adorn her! Glost. Consider, princess, Raises her. For whom you beg, 'tis for the king that wronged you.-j. Cord. O name not that'; he did not, could not, wrong me....show more

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  • Paperback | 98 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 191g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236647173
  • 9781236647177