Dramatic and Narrative Poems

Dramatic and Narrative Poems

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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. 1810 edition. Excerpt: ...to the haughty Roman? A spectacle in Rome? 5 LEONE. No hope remains For me, for poor Montana I Lo ( Samoa! JSCENE IV. ENTEfi SUJliENA..' MONIMIA. How now, Suraena! Ere th' appointed time Why art thou here? Does thy unfeeling lord Repine his mercy granted some few moments To take a last farewell of these my friends? I stand prepaid to brave his utmost malice. Be quick, and do thy office. SUH&NA. Royal dame 1 And you, imperial maids, sprung from the same Proud stem with Mithridates'! Fatal tidings I bear, and black, and horrible the deed I must perform. ROXANA. Oh speak at once, Suraena. Suspense is torture. Does my bloody brother Relentless purpose still Monimia's death? SURJENA. Oh princess, all the fortunes of thy house Are blasted. Rome's proud genius has prevail'd, And Mithridates must be great no more. But never shall his yet unconquer'd hands Be gall'd with chains. He never will be dragg'd After the victor's chariot. ROXANA. Let him die Ere such dishonour stain him! SURNA. Fear it not, Roxana, in the midst of hopeless ruin, His lofty soul will never brook disgrace. Nor shall it reach his house. 'Tis therefore, princess, I stand before thee. STATIRA. Oh my fears! What mean'st thou? SURJENA. Rather than wear the chains of a proud victor, Be led about in insolence of triumph, The scorn, and mock'ry of the vulgar crew, The wife, and sisters of the king of Pontus Will surely gladly die. MONIMIA. My doom was passed Before. My mind was fix'd on death. The victory Of Mithridates would to me have brought No mercy. Evening must have seen me perish. Nor does his fall disturb me. Do thine errand. Behold my bosom. Strike. SURNA. He bids you choose The manner of your deaths. STATIRA. Alas, alas, Where shall I fly? Oh whom entreat for succour; Have...show more

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  • Paperback | 76 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 154g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236577205
  • 9781236577207