Locrine/Mucedorus by Shakespeare (spurious and doubtful works)
page 66 of 205 (32%)
page 66 of 205 (32%)
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Should dare to enter this our little world,
Soon should they rue their overbold attempts, That after us our progeny may say, There lie the beasts that sought to usurp our land. LOCRINE. Aye, they are beasts that seek to usurp our land, And like to brutish beasts they shall be served. For mighty Jove, the supreme king of heaven, That guides the concourse of the Meteors, And rules the motion of the azure sky, Fights always for the Brittains' safety.-- But stay! me thinks I hear some shriking noise, That draweth near to our pavilion. [Enter the soldiers leading in Estrild.] ESTRILD. What prince so ere, adorned with golden crown, Doth sway the regal scepter in his hand, And thinks no chance can ever throw him down, Or that his state shall everlasting stand: Let him behold poor Estrild in this plight, The perfect platform of a troubled wight. Once was I guarded with manortial bands, Compassed with princes of the noble blood; Now am I fallen into my foemen's hands, And with my death must pacific their mood. O life, the harbour of calamities! O death, the haven of all miseries! |
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