. 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. numbness creeps tiirongh evry limb,And now tis at my head : ray eyelids fall,And ray dear love is vanishd in a , thy worst! Now part us if thou canst. (Dies. Iras sinks down at her feet, anddies; Charmion stands behind her chair,as dressing her head.) Enter Serapion, two Priests, Alexas bound, andEgyptians. 2 Priest. Behold, Serapion, what havoc deathhas m
. 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. numbness creeps tiirongh evry limb,And now tis at my head : ray eyelids fall,And ray dear love is vanishd in a , thy worst! Now part us if thou canst. (Dies. Iras sinks down at her feet, anddies; Charmion stands behind her chair,as dressing her head.) Enter Serapion, two Priests, Alexas bound, andEgyptians. 2 Priest. Behold, Serapion, what havoc deathhas made! Ser. Twas what I how the lovers lie in state they were giving laws to half mankind!Th impression of a smile left in her faceShews she died pleasd with him for whom she livd,And went to charm him in another just entring; grief has now no that villain, as our pledge of safety,To grace th imperial triumph. Sleep, blest pair!Secure from human chance, long ages all the storms of fate fly oer your tomb;And Fame to late posterity shall lovers livd so great, or died so well. \_Exeunt. ARDEN OF FEVERSHAM; AN HISTORICAL TRAGEDY, IN FIVE ACTS.~BY GEORGE Act IV.—Scene 3. LORD CHEYNEY MAYOR OF FEVERSHAM ARDEN FRANKLIN MICHAEL CHARACTERS. OREENMOSBYBRADSHAWBLACK WILLSHAKEBAG ADAM FOWL OFFICERS SERVANT ALICIA MARIA ACT I. Scene I.—The Street before Ardens discovered, Moshy. The mornings dark and horrid as my have my snares been laid for Ardens life,And thrice hath he escapd. I am not safe:The living may revenge. Oh ! could I winAlicia to conspire her husbands fall,Then might I say, security, thourt mine,And laugh at all to come. For other instruments,Theres Green : he bears him hard about this suitFor th abbey-lands, to which the hot youth pleadsSome fancied right. Michael, the trencher favrite;A bastard, bred of Ardens charity;He has been privy to our secret , on that trus
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