Sophonisba; Or, Hannibal's Overthrow. a Tragedy. Acted at the Theatre Royal, by Their Majesties Servants. Written by Nathaniel Lee, Gent

Sophonisba; Or, Hannibal's Overthrow. a Tragedy. Acted at the Theatre Royal, by Their Majesties Servants. Written by Nathaniel Lee, Gent

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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. 1704 edition. Excerpt: ...make the Cruel weepj And Charms as powerful as Circe's Wiles j As ravish'd Virgin's Sighs, or Infant's Smiles. But ga bopnomspa: vr, But I more blind with Rage than (he with Tears, Maugre the Cunning which her Sorrow wears, Her Hopes will laugh at, aftd despise'her Fears. The S C E NE' the Palace. ' Enter Sophonisba, Rezambe and Merna. Soph. Rome and the World against my Life combinej Methinks I'm still a Queep whilst this, is mine. Though Majfinijsa has the King o'erthrown, And his Victorious Troops possess the Town j Yet Sophonisba is, and (hall be free, ...;'5 Spight of the frighted Senator's Decree. They blush to see this Life so glorious shine j And fear their Eagles Eyes should dazzl'd be with mine. Merna, if I have ought from thee deserv'd, Be grateful thus, and thou hast nobly/erv'd. Mer. Not for the World, .. '; Vv './, j " Soph. Rezambe, thou art brave, '. Strike, and the Carthaginian Glory save. How will the Just, the Valiant, and the Wise, Extol thy Virtue, and thy Courage prize? Who durst the Softness of thy Sex forego, And free thy Country with one desperate Blow; A Deed that will even Hannibal out-do.' Rez. Rather than I would live to see those Hands, Which Kings have kiss'd, fetter'd with Roman Bands j That Body, like a Pageant Wretch adorn'd, . Gracing the Victor's Wheels your Greatness scorn'd: Rather than this endure, by all that's good, I'd bathe this Dagger in your Life's warm Flood, 'Till the Haft reek'd with your Heart's Royal Blood.' Soph. Q thou most noble, martial, worthy Maid, If by thy Eyes my Soul could be survey'd, Thou wou'dst believe what cannot be express'd, How dear thou art to Sophonisba' Breast, Thy Voice, like sad, but pleasing Mustek flew j Like dying Swans, 'twas sweet and fatal coo. Now strike, and...show more

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  • Paperback | 26 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 1mm | 68g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236621433
  • 9781236621436