The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 19, No. 539, March 24, 1832 by Various
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page 31 of 54 (57%)
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Ay, madam, 'tis the sword
You buckled on with your own hand, the day You sent me forth to conquer in your cause; And there it is;--(_breaks the sword_)--take it--and with it all Th' allegiance that I owe to France; ay take it; And with it, take the hope I breathe o'er it: That so, before Colonna's host, your arms Lie crush'd and sullied with dishonour's stain; So, reft in sunder by contending factions, Be your Italian provinces; so torn By discord and dissension this vast empire; So broken and disjoin'd your subjects' loves; So fallen your son's ambition, and your pride. QUEEN (_rising_.) What ho--a guard within there--Charles of Bourbon, I do arrest thee, traitor to the crown. _Enter Guard_. Away with yonder wide-mouth'd thunderer; We'll try if gyves and straight confinement cannot Check this high eloquence, and cool the brain Which harbours such unmannerd hopes. [Bourbon _is forced out_. Dream ye, my lords, that thus with open ears, And gaping mouths and eyes, ye sit and drink This curbless torrent of rebellious madness. And you, sir, are you slumbering on your throne; |
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