The Works of John Dryden,: The duke of Guise, a tragedy. Albion and Albanius, an opera. Don Sebastian, a tragedyWilliam Miller, Albemarle Street, 1808 |
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Albanius Albion Albion and Albanius Almeyda Antonio arms Bend Benducar betwixt blood Cardinal of GUISE cause Christian conscience court crown dare death devil Don Sebastian Dorax Dryden Duke of Guise Duke of Monmouth Duke of York emperor Enter Exeunt Exit faction fate fear fool friends give Gril Grillon guards hand hear heart heaven Henry III holy Holy League honour king king of Navarre king of Portugal king's lord madam majesty Malicorn Marmoutiere Morayma Mufti Muley-Zeydan murder Navarre never noble opera papists parallel parliament party person play poet prince protestant rabble racter reason rebel religion revenge royal scene shew slave soul speak sure sword tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast thought throne traitor true twas tyrant villain whig
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