Edwin the Fair; An Historical Drama. Isaac Comnenus; a Play. the Eve of the Conquest, And Other Poems
Edwin the Fair; An Historical Drama. Isaac Comnenus; a Play. the Eve of the Conquest, And Other Poems
Taylor, Henry, Sir, 1800-1886
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COMNENUS. When I shall know my guest to he a friend, 111 give him welcome. THEODORA. Thou mayst give it then. [Discovering herself. Thou mightst have known her for a friend long since, She only gives thee one proof more. [ Giving her liaiid. COMNENUS. A fair one. Hosted by Google SCENE II.] ISAAC COMNENUS. THEODOEA. Thou well mayst wonder, and I think thou dost, Albeit thou show st it not. COMNENUS. Not much; not much. Ten years are gone since I have felt sui-prise Save at mj own existence and ...the stars. THEODORA. If not surprise, what else then canst thou feel ? Oh Count, I ask it not in bitterness. But canst thou see me here, almost, I own, A supplicant — me, me a supplicant — A woman and a princess at thy feet Beseeching thee- COMNENUS. Oh say no more — stop there. THEODORA. Beseeching thee to save thyself and me, And feel nor pity, gratitude nor love ? Thy life thou canst not deem so little worth As I do mine ; but it is worse than death To bear a dead heart in a living body ; And when I tell thee death is at thy door, The doom pronounced, the warrant out, the axe Already in the headsman's hand, I say Not only fly from death, but waken life In thy dead heart.
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