Gisippus: A Play in Five Acts, as Performed at Drury Lane

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Maxwell and Company, 1842 - Всего страниц: 77
 

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Стр. 31 - Sophronia ! (I must no longer call thee my Sophronia,) Give me your hand too. As you gave this hand To me, even while your heart opposed the deed, I give it now to one who loves you dearly, And will not find that heart against him. There, You are one. And may the Gods, who look upon Those plighted hands, shower down upon your heads Their dearest blessings. May you live and grow In happiness ; and I will ask no other, Than to look on and see it ; and to thank My fate that I was made the instrument,...
Стр. 71 - Compels me to disturb you, prisoner. GISIPPUS. I am glad you do so, for my thoughts were growing Somewhat unfriendly to me. World, farewell ! And thou whose image never left this heart, Sweet vision of my memory, fare thee well ! Pray walk this way. This Fulvius, your young praetor, by whose sentence My life stands forfeit, has the reputation Of a good man amongst you ? DECIUS.
Стр. 72 - A coward murderer, — A secret, sudden stabber. 'Tis not possible That you can find a blacker, fouler character Than this of mine ? Decius. The Gods must judge your guilt. But it is such as man should shudder at. Gisippus. This is a wise world too, friend ! is it not ? Men have eyes, ears, and (sometimes) judgment, — Have they not ? Decius.
Стр. 72 - A just man, and a grateful ; one who thinks Upon his friends sometimes ; a liberal man, Whose wealth is not for his own use ; a kind man To his clients and his household ? Decius. He is all this. Gisippus. A gallant soldier too ? Decius.
Стр. 71 - ... streaming eyes and murmur Against oppressive fate, will own its justice. Invisible ruler ! should man meet thy trials With silent and lethargic sufferance, Or lift his hands and ask heaven for a reason ? Our hearts must speak — the sting, the whip is on them ; We rush in madness forth to tear away The veil that blinds us to the cause. In vain ! The hand of that eternal Providence Still holds it there, unmoved, impenetrable ; We can but pause and turn away again, To mourn, to wonder and —...
Стр. 71 - Let it be ever thus ! The generous still be poor, the niggard thrive ; Fortune still pave the ingrate's path with gold, Death dog the innocent still ! and surely those Who now uplift their streaming eyes and murmur Against oppressive Fate will own its justice. Invisible Ruler ! should man meet thy trials With silent and lethargic sufferance, Or lift his hands and ask heaven for a reason ? Our hearts must speak : the sting, the whip is on them ; We rush in madness forth to tear away The veil that...

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