. 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. Rome fallen indeed! Cato. Here set me , come near me:—are my friends embarkd?Can anything be thought of for their service?Whilst 3et I live, let me not live in Lucius, art thou here? Thou art too good!Let this our friendship live between our children ;Make Porcius happy in thy daughter Lucia,Alas, poor man he weeps! Marcia, my daughter,O bend me fo
. 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. Rome fallen indeed! Cato. Here set me , come near me:—are my friends embarkd?Can anything be thought of for their service?Whilst 3et I live, let me not live in Lucius, art thou here? Thou art too good!Let this our friendship live between our children ;Make Porcius happy in thy daughter Lucia,Alas, poor man he weeps! Marcia, my daughter,O bend me forward! Juba loves thee, senator of Rome, while Rome not have matchd his daughter with a king;But Caesars arms have thrown down all distinction :Whoeer is brave and virtuous, is a sick to death. O, when shall I get looseFrom this vain world, the abode of guilt and sorrow!And yet, metliinks, a beam of light breaks inOn my departing soul. Alas! I fear,Ive been loo hasty. O ye powers, that searchThe heart of man, and weigh his inmost thoughts,If I have done amiss, impute it not!The best may err; but you are good; and—oh! {Dies.) COUNT OF NARBONNE; A TRAGEDY, IN FIVE ACTS. -BY ROBERT COUNT OF NARBONNE |AUSTIN 1 CHARACTERS. THEODORE |; > RENCHILD FABIAN ? COUNTESS Act IV—Seem-1. ACT I.—Scene I.—A Hall. Enter the Count of Narbonne, speaking to an Officer; followed hy Fabian. Count. Not to be found! Is this your faithfulservice?How conld she pass unseen? By hell, tis false!Thou hast betrayd me. Offi. Noble sir, my duty— [ply not. Count. Your fraud, your negligence—away! reFind her within tliis hour; else, by my life,The gates of Narbonne shall beclosd against make the world thy country. [Exit , stay! Misfortunes fall so thick upon my will not give me time to think—to breathe. Fab. Heavn knows, I wish your peace; but amto learnWhatgriefmore fresh than my younglords decease,A
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