La Calprenede's Romances and the Restoration Drama; The Romances

La Calprenede's Romances and the Restoration Drama; The Romances

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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. 1911 edition. Excerpt: ...extravagance in the closing pages of the Essay on Heroic Plays. Act III, scene 1. First ed., p. 27, Almahlde exclaims: Mark but how terrible his Eyes appear! And yet there's something roughly noble there, Which, in unfashion'd nature, looks Divine; And like a Oemm does in the Quarry shine. And implores him, .... I beg the grace You would lay by those terrours of your face. Till calmness to your eyes you first restore I am afraid, and I can beg no more. When the king refuses to free his prisoner, he bursts out: He break my promise and absolve my vow! 'Tls more than Mahomet himself can do. Chafing under the restraint of all-consuming love, he addresses Almahlde (Act III, scene 1, p. 29): I wonnot love you, give me back my heart. But give it as you had it fierce and brave; It was not made to be a woman's slave: But Lyon-Uke has been in desarts bred And, us'd to range, will Ne're be tamely led. He informs Boabdelin that (Act I, scene 1, p. 8): My laws are made but only for my sake. He boasts to Abdalla (Act III, scene 1. p. 33): I am immortal; and a God to thee, If I would kill thee now, thy fate's so low That I must stoop 'ere I can give the blow But mine is fix'd so far above thy Crown, That all thy men Pll'd on thy back can never pull it down. But at my ease thy destiny I send, By ceasing from this hour to be thy friend. Like Heav'n I need but onely to stand stlil; And, not concurring to thy life, I kill. Thou canst no title to my duty bring: I'm not thy Subject, and my Soul's thy king. Farewell, when I am gone There's not a starr of thine dare stay with thee: I'le whistle thy tame fortune after me: And whirl fate with me whereso'ere I fly. As winds drive storms before 'em in the sky. Accept great King, tomorrow from my hand The captive head of...
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  • Paperback | 54 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 113g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236543653
  • 9781236543653