Ajax His Speech to the Grecian Knabbs, from Ovid's Metam. Lib.XIII ... Attempted in Broad Buchans: To which are Added A Journal to Portsmouth, and A Shop-bill, in the Same Dialect. With a Key
1755 - 51 pages
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Page 6 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 18 - ... accus'd ; Think not we wish for blind subserviency In the exercise of such a trust ; but say Frankly, what colour wears this wondrous cause ? D. Nor. On Mary's side, fair as her beauteous front. Q. Eliz. How ! to my face ? [Aside. My Lord, you never speak But from the heart ; such frankness pleases me, And much becomes your family and name ; Which, in good truth, I wish were well secur'd In the right line ; your noble wife, my Lord, Hath lately left us to lament her loss ; You should repair it...
Page 22 - Nor. Though justice is of right, yet he who feels Not thankful for't, betrays a narrow mind, Forgets the general pravity of man, Nor prizes virtues for their rarity. Q. Eliz. Norfolk, attend ! this caution now remains ; What falls from high should deep impression make; Beware how you take part in Mary's cause ! Remember this forgiveness, and engage, That henceforth you'll give over these attempts.
Page 6 - The dreadful call of macer, like a horn, The agent, tottering from some humble shed, The lawyer's claron, like the cock's, at morn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the agent's lamp shall burn, Or busy clerk oft' ply his evening care, No counsel run to hail their quick return, Or long their client's envied fees to share. Oft' did the harvest to their wishes yield, And knotty points their stubborn souls oft
Page 1 - I've done No prejudice to Scotland's crown— tell him My latest words were those of Scotland's queen. i MELVIN tries to speak, and is unable. Poor soul, thy griefs have chok'd thy speech! Adieu ! Bear witness, all ! tell it throughout the world, But chiefly to my family in France, That I die firmly in their holy faith ! And you, ye ministers from England's queen ! Tell her, she hath my pardon ; and relate, That, with my dying breath, I do beseech Her kindness to my servants ; and request Safe conduct...
Page 23 - The very thought's a crime — Nature may change; All creatures may their elements forsake ; The universe dissolve and burst its bonds ; Time may engender contrarieties, And bring forth miracles — but none like this, That I should break my word— I'll to my love, Lament our fate, and take my last farewell ACT THE THIRD.
Page 30 - d : the flaming lord of day Had plunged his glowing circle in the sea ; On the blue sky the gath'ring clouds arise, And tempests clap their wings along the skies ; The murm'ring voice of heaven, at distance, fails, And eddying whirlwinds howl along the vales.
Page 19 - ... Scots Is not, I guess, displeasing in your sight. D. Nor. Aspire to gain the queen of Scots ! shall I, So highly countenanced by your good grace, Court one in bondage, fallen, and accused ? Q. Eliz. Is, then, a diadem so small a prize ? D. Nor. Pardon me, madam, if I have no wish To wed a prisoner. — Gods, when I reflect On all the comforts I enjoy at home, How can I wish to seek a land of strife; And purchase, at the price of wealth and ease, A barren sceptre and a fruitless crown ? Q. Eliz....
Page 18 - tis in the bud, and may lie hid Till farther light shall ripen and expand Its native colours. — Here he comes at length. Enter NORFOLK. D. Nor. I fear I'm come full late ; though not the last In love and duty to my gracious queen. Q. Eliz. My Lord, we know your fame for loyalty ; For honour, justice, generosity ; We think ourselves have not been wanting yet, In owning and rewarding your deserts ; Nor can we doubt your faith and gratitude.