Mithridates: King of Pontus. A Tragedy. By Nathaniel Lee. To which are Prefixed, the Life of the Author, and a Critique of the Playprinted for, and under the direction of, George Cawthorn, 1797 - 116 halaman |
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Andr Andravar Arch arms bear beauties behold blood blush Bosphorus breast bright brother charms Colchis cou'd cruel curs'd curse dear death dreadful earth empire Enter MITHRIDATES Enter PHARNACES Enter SEMANDRA Enter ZIPHARES ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes faith faithless false fate father fear fire flame forc'd give glory Gods grief hand happy hate hear heart heav'n honour Ismenes kindle King KING OF PONTUS live lord Lordship lost lov'd Lucullus majesty mandra Methinks Mith Monima NATHANIEL LEE ne'er never night noble o'er old Archelaus parricide passion Pelop PELOPIDAS Phar pity play pleasure poison'd Pompey Pow'rs priest Queen quench'd rage ravish'd resolv'd Roman Rome royal ruin SCENE shalt shou'd sighs Sinope slaves sorrow soul speak Stratonice sure swear sword tears tell thee thou art thou hast thought trembling trumpets Twill tyrant virtue weeping wond'rous wou'd wrong'd Zipb Ziph
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Halaman vii - Lee, far his inferior in poetry, was so pathetic a reader of his own scenes, that I have been informed by an actor who was present, that while Lee was reading to major Mohun at a rehearsal, Mohun in the warmth of his admiration threw down his part . and said — " Unless I were able to play it as well as you read it, to what purpose should I undertake it...
Halaman vii - Unless I were able to play it, as well as you read it, to what purpose should I undertake it? And yet this very Author, whose Elocution raised such Admiration in so capital an Actor, when he attempted to be an Actor himself, soon quitted the Stage, in an honest Despair of ever making any profitable Figure there.
Halaman 7 - ... found her on the floor In all the storm of grief, yet beautiful; Pouring forth tears at such a lavish rate, That were the world on fire, they might have drown'd The wrath of Heaven, and quench'd the mighty ruin.
Halaman vii - ... jars are to the pines on Katahdin. There is enough artifice, but no art. Dryden, in a letter to Dennis, says, — "I remember poor Nat Lee, who was upon the verge of madness, yet made a sober and witty answer to a bad poet who told him, 'It was an easy thing to write like a madman.' 'No,' said he, ' 'tis very difficult to write like a madman, but 'tis a very easy thing to write like a fool.
Halaman vii - English poets had a happier turn for tragedy, although his natural fire andunbridled impetuosity hurried him beyond all bounds of probability, and sometimes were quite out of nature. The truth is, the poet's imagination ran away with his reason. While in Bedlam, he made that famous witty reply to a coxcomb scribbler who had the cruelty to jeer him with his misfortune...
Halaman 83 - Dance on the wave, and shew their golden locks : But when the tempest comes, then, then they leave us, Or rather help the new calamity, And the whole storm is one injurious woman.
Halaman 96 - And have us in the wind. Death, come upon me ; Night and the bloodiest deed of darkness, end me; But, oh, for thee, for thee, if thou must die, 1 beg of heaven this last, this only favour, To give thy life a painless dissolution : Oh, may those ravish'd beauties fall to earth, Gently, as wither'd roses leave their stalks : May death be mild to thee, as love was cruel ; Calm, as the spirits in a trance decay, And soft as those who sleep their souls away.
Halaman 99 - Tis late ; the gathering clouds like meeting armies Come on apace, and mortals now must die 'Till the bright ruler of the rising day Creates them new : the wakeful bird of night Claps her dark wings to th' windows of the dying. General, good night. Arch. Sir, I'll not leave you yet : I do not like the dusky boding eve. Well I remember, sir, how you and I Have often on the watch in winter walk'd, Clad in cold armour, round the sleeping camp, 'Till, cover'd o'er from head to foot with snow, The centinels...
Halaman 53 - Subjects lin'd the ways for many furlongs; The very Trees bore men: and, as our God, When from the Portal of the East he dawns , Beholds a thousand Birds upon the boughs...