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Adam Barb Barbara bear better Blanch bless breath bring brother charge chest comes death door dost Enter Exit face fall father fear feel fellow Fitz forest give guilt hand hast head hear heard heart Heaven Helen hold honest honour hope hour innocent keep knave lady Lodge look madam mark marry master mean meet mind morning Mort never night on't Orson pity play poor pray Rawbold Robbers rogue Sams Samson scarce SCENE Serv servant Sir Edward soul speak spirits stand sweet talk tell thee thing thou thou art thought told tremble true trust truth turn twas wait Wilf Wilford Wint Winterton young
59 ページ - Twas meant to clear my fame. How clear it, then ? How cover it ? you say. Why, by a lie — Guilt's offspring and its guard ! I taught this breast, Which truth once made her throne, to forge a lie — This tongue to utter it; rounded a tale, Smooth as a seraph's song from Satan's mouth ; So well compacted, that the o'er-thronged court Disturbed cool Justice in her judgment-seat, By shouting " Innocence !
31 ページ - Twas enough, But something must be superadded. You — A worm, a viper I have warmed, must plant, In venomed sport, your sting into my wounds, Too tender e'en for tenderness to touch, And work me into madness ! Thou wouldst question My very — (slave !) — my very innocence, Ne'er doubted yet by judges nor arraigners. Wretch ! you have wrung this from me ; be content : I am sunk low enough.
86 ページ - till he's found guilty. I learn 'd it from our English laws, where Mercy Models the weights that fill the scales of Justice ; And Charity, when Wisdom gives her sentence, Stands by to prompt her. "Till detection comes, I side with the accused. Sam. Would I had known Your worship sooner. You're a friend, indeed ! All undiscover'd rogues are bound to pray for you: — So, Heaven bless you ! Fitz.
23 ページ - I am his secretary ; often alone with him, at dead midnight, in his library; the candles in the sockets ; and a man glaring upon me who has committed mur — Ugh ! [Crosses to R.
27 ページ - Would fain look cheery in my house's gloom ; And, like a gay and sturdy ever-green, Smiles, in the midst of blast, and desolation, Where all around him withers. — Well, well, — wither! Perish this frail and fickle frame! — this clay, That, in it's dross-like compound, doth contain The mind's pure ore and essence.
54 ページ - She certainly moulded the traveller's face, As a sample for all the rest. The chamber-maid's sides they were ready to crack, When she saw his queer nose and the hump at his back, (A hump isn't handsome, no doubt) ; And, though 'tis...
9 ページ - You terrify me so, father, I am scarce able to speak. Yesternoon, by the copse : 'twas but to read with him the book of sonnets he gave me. Sam. That's the way your sly, grave rogues, work into the hearts of the females. I never knew any good come of a girl's reading sonnets with a learned clerk in a copse. Raw. Let me hear no more of your meeting.
27 ページ - Remembered and unsullied! Heaven and earth! Let my pure flame of honour shine in story, When I am cold in death, and the slow fire That wears my vitals, now will no more move me, Than 'twould a corpse within a monument ! (A knock at the door.) How now!
53 ページ - Sam. Nay, an riches rain upon me, respect will grow of course. I never knew a rich man yet, who wanted followers to pull off their caps to him. SONG. — SAMSON. A traveller stopt at a widow's gate; She kept an Inn, and he wanted to bait :—— But the landlady slighted her guest : For when Nature was making an ugly race, She certainly moulded the traveller's fact As a sample for all the rest.