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A Select Collection of Old Plays Volume 2; In Twelve Volumes

A Select Collection of Old Plays Volume 2; In Twelve Volumes

Reed, Isaac

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Fiction AnthologiesGeneral World History

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ISBN10: 123125260X
ISBN13: 9781231252604
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 116
Weight: 0.49
Height: 0.24 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
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. 1825 Excerpt: ...Alas! it is too true; At her bed's feet this tray tor made me see Her shame, his treason, and my deadly grief. Her princely body yielded to this thief; The high despite whereof so wounded me, That, trans-like, as a senseless stone I lay; For neither wit, nor tongue could use the mean T' express the passions of my pained heart. Forceless, perforce, I sunk down to this pain, As greedy famine doth constrain the hawk Piece meal to rend and tear the yielding prey: So far'd it with me in that heavy stound. But now what shall I do? how may I seek To ease my mind, that burneth with desire Of dire revenge? For never shall my thoughts Grant ease unto my heart, till I have found A mean of vengeance to requite his pains, That first convey'd this sight unto my soul.--Renuchio! Renuchio. What is your highness' will? Tancred. Call my daughter: my heart boils till I see Her in my sight, to whom I may discharge All the unrest that thus distempereth me. Should 1 destroy them both? O gods, ye know How near and dear our daughter is to us. And yet my rage persuades me to imbrue My thirsty hands in both their trembling bloods, Therewith to cool my wrathful fury's heat. But, Nature, why repin'st thou at this thought? Why should I think upon a father's debt To her that thought not on a daughter's due? But still, methinks, if I should see her die, And therewithall reflex her dying eyes Upon mine eyes, that sight would slit my heart: Not much unlike the coackatrice, that slays The object of his foul infections. Oh! what a conflict doth my mind endure 1 Now fight my thoughts against my passions: Now strive my passions against my thoughts: Now sweats my heart, now chill-cold falls it dead. Help heavens, and succour ye celestial powers. Infuse your secret virtue on my soul. Shall natur...

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