This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1843 edition. Excerpt: ...In the lone wilderness. Buoyant with youth, how little couldst thou dream The desolation of my age, when most In vain we live, if not for other. Ferd. Oh, pardon me, my gracious lord and father, That I so long delayed my duteous thanks; But my full heart forbad my tongue its office. Duke. I am amazed, now I ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1843 edition. Excerpt: ...In the lone wilderness. Buoyant with youth, how little couldst thou dream The desolation of my age, when most In vain we live, if not for other. Ferd. Oh, pardon me, my gracious lord and father, That I so long delayed my duteous thanks; But my full heart forbad my tongue its office. Duke. I am amazed, now I regard my son. Where is thy state and retinue? Thou lookest pale And sickly. How earnest thou hither so poorly Appointed? A prince! our heir! I am fulfilled with the veriest apprehension. Ferd. My gracious father, I have dangers met Of strangest import, which to thy private ear Crave earliest tender; but so faint with toil, I must a little rest and needful food, When I will unfold what hath befallen sithence I wrote my last dispatches; till then, beseech your Grace, My coming hither may remain unknown. Duke. Come with me to my closet. Lean on me, My son, fear not my strength. Exeunt. SCENE II.--The parapetted roof of the Palace; the sun setting. Enter Martelli. Mart. How jocundly the day bears his old age, And dances round the cloud-becrowded west Like a rich brainless dotard at a festival. Accursed be thou unmeaning blaze of light, Thou soulless eye of day, whose changeless lustre Glares on the joys or miseries of men: And with the same unvarying visage smilest O'er rotting carrion, or the fertile field: Imbibest from stagnant marsh, the noxious air, To spread o'er cities, plague, catarrh, and phrenzy: Or warmest into being, the green worm, The gilded eft, and drowsy asp; or lightest up The wasting fever in the marrow of youth, With the same glare that wings the mealy moth, Or painted butterfly. Hast thou no power To wink or frown at acts, which thou, devoid Of levelling passion, shouldst not see performed. If that thou couldst take...
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