. The London stage : a collection of the most reputed tragedies, comedies, operas, melo-dramas, farces and interludes ; accurately printed from acting copies, as performed at the Theatres Royal, and carefully collated and revised. f, since thou art lost;Since that firm patriot, whose parental careShould raise, should guide, should animate mji there a breathless corse. Hamet. My liege, forbear ;Live for your people; madness and despairBelong to woes like mine. Zaph. Thy woes, indeed,Are great, thou pious youth ; yes, I will liveTo soften thy aflliclions; to assuageA nations grief w
. The London stage : a collection of the most reputed tragedies, comedies, operas, melo-dramas, farces and interludes ; accurately printed from acting copies, as performed at the Theatres Royal, and carefully collated and revised. f, since thou art lost;Since that firm patriot, whose parental careShould raise, should guide, should animate mji there a breathless corse. Hamet. My liege, forbear ;Live for your people; madness and despairBelong to woes like mine. Zaph. Thy woes, indeed,Are great, thou pious youth ; yes, I will liveTo soften thy aflliclions; to assuageA nations grief when such a pair lo my heart; in thee another ZamtiShall bless the realm. Now let me hence to hailMy people with the sound of peace ; that these a grateful monument shall rise,With all sepulchral honour; frequent thereWell oflTer incense; there each weeping museShall grave the tributary verse ; with tearsEmbalm their memories ; and teach mankind,Howeer oppression stalk the groaning heavn, in its own hour, can bring relief;Can blast the tyrant in his guilty prove the orphans guardian to the last. lExeunt, THE ORPHAN; OR, THE UNHAPPY MARRIAGE A TRAGEDY, IN FIVE ACTS.—BY THOMAS ACASTOCASTA LIOPOI-YDOBE CHARACTERS. CHAMONTERNESTOCHAPLAIN MONIMIA SERINA FLORELLA r ACT I. Scene I.—A Castalio, Polydore, and Page. Castalio. Polydore, our sportHas been, to-day, much better for the danger:When on the brink the foaming boar I in his side thought to have lodgd my spear,The desperate savage rushd within my force,And bore me headlong with him down the rock. Polydore. But, then— Castalio. Ay, then, my brother, my friend,Polydore,Like Perseus mounted on his winged steed,Came on, and down the dangrous precipice leapdTo save Castalio. Twas a godlike act! Polydore. But when I came, I found you ! my heart dancd to see your danger past!The heat and fury of the chase was cold,And I had nothing in my mind but joy.
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