The Works of Metastasio, Tr. by J. Hoole

The Works of Metastasio, Tr. by J. Hoole

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1767 edition. Excerpt: ...For this the realm expects, my glory prompts, Heav?n wills, and Cleonice must obey. 'But from my lips at least he may be told it; 'Tis tyranny by letter to convey-Such cruel tidings to him No, my friend, What What other consolation can remain For two unhappy lovers, doom'd to part, Than to complain at least with mutual sorrdw, To dwell on all their former tenderness, And mourn together in their last adieu? Barsene. Is this a consolation then?-O noj. A wish to see Alcestes has betray'd you; Trust not yourself again to such a trial: Resisting once you have enough perform'd, You lose the fruit of your first victory Should you attempt a second----well I know One interview would weaken your resolves, And stronger make the foe; compleat, my queeiij The gen'rous work; in you your subjects hope; Reflect that on your constancy to bear This cruel stroke, that fills your soul with anguish, Must now depend your glory. Cleonice. Tyrant glory! And must I die to keep my fame unsully'd? Or, while I live, for ever mourn the loss Of all I hold most dear? Inhuman duty! Thou shalt be satisfy'd----yes, I will write. Barsene. Barsene. My fate begins to smile; I still have hopes Alcestes may be mine. Aside. Cleonice. "Belov'd Alcestes," writing. Barsene. Yes, I may boast of happiness indeed, If 'midst th'emotions of her troubled mind, For some sew moments glory keeps her seat. Aside. Cleonice. "Our fate permits us not to live in peace."--writing. Barsene. 1 My hopes increase--O Heav'n! she now withdraws Her trembling hand, and leans her pensive cheek: Alas! her first affections are return'd! Aside. Cleonice. My poor undone Alcestes! speaks, then writes again. Barsene. How I tremble Vol, H. N Lest Lest flie repent: and were I Cleonice I know...
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  • Paperback | 56 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 118g
  • United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236791479
  • 9781236791474