. 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. e from that sight: quick, quick, trans-port meTo natures loneliest mansion, where the sunNeer enterd: where the sound of human treadWas never heard. But wherefore? still, I still shall find myself. Ay, thats the hell!Ill none ont. (Draws his sword.) Ali. Heavens! help, hold him! (Ali and others disarm him.) Mah. Paltry dastards!You fled the foe, but can d
. 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. e from that sight: quick, quick, trans-port meTo natures loneliest mansion, where the sunNeer enterd: where the sound of human treadWas never heard. But wherefore? still, I still shall find myself. Ay, thats the hell!Ill none ont. (Draws his sword.) Ali. Heavens! help, hold him! (Ali and others disarm him.) Mah. Paltry dastards!You fled the foe, but can disarm your of death, whose power Ive long proclaimd,Now aid me, if thou canst: now, if thou canst,Draw the kind curtain of eternal shroud me from the horrors that beset me! [Exit. Pha. Oh! what a curse is life, when seU-con-victionFlings our offences hourly in our turns existence torturer to itself!Here let the mad enthusiast turn his see, from bigotry, what horrors , in the blackest colours, let him read, lThat zeal, by craft misled, may act a deed, > By which both innocence and virtue bleed. j lExeunt. THE MOURNING BRIDE; A TRAGEDY, IN FIVE ACTS.—BY WILLIAM CONGREVE,. Act IV.—Scene 1. THK KINGOSMYNGONSALEZGARCIA CHARACTERS. ALONZO PEREZ HELI SELIM ALMERIA ZARA LEONORA ATTENDANTS ACT I. Scene 1.—A Room of state. The curtain rises sloiohj to soft music. Almeriain mourning, and LEONORA, discovered. Almeriarises and comes forward. Almeria. Masic Las charms to sooth a savagebreast,To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak,Ive read that things inanimate have movd,And, as with living souls, have been infornid?By magic numbers and persuasive then am I ? Am I more senseless grownThan trees or flint ? Oh! force of constant woe!Tis not in harmony to calm my sleeps, and is at peace : last silent tomb receivd the good old king ;He and his sorrows now are safely lodgdWithin its cold, but hospitable
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