Noxia, or the Daughter of Gehofen, a Tale of Thuringia; In Five Acts. Spare Hours (Paperback)

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. 1863 Excerpt: ...do lend Thee arrogance withal--Toff. Count --But, t'return, Koxia doth report him captur'd, and Convey'd unto Gehofen. Tutch. Either way, He's lost unto my cause. Leave me--thy news Calls for immediate thought.--Leave me, I say Go to the lady and make pliable Her proud, and haughty heart. Besiege her well With thy most cunning rhet'ric--paint to her The danger, threat'ning her longer resistance; Tell her that my desire is at its height--Yet will I grant one sun more to debate, And then she must be mine, or--Toff. O' Count--? Tutch. Hence, Fellow and do my bidding. Toff. Ha Thrusts his hand into his bosom, but withdravf it again empty. Aside. Not yet--not yet It is too soon.--Oh first for thee, my child, Then Tutcherode, prepare Exit Toffh. Tutch. I yet awhile. Must bear his insolence. He deems himself So vastly interested in my cause With this proud beauty that he'll summon e'en The very hell of his invention To make her yield in peace; and then--well, then 'Tis easy matter to dispose of him, And give hell back her due.--She once my wife--The priestly ceremonies acted o'er, Then let them come; I, with the simple proof Will send them back again--each laughing at Their gen'ral folly; for none will e'er strike Against the wedded rights of Tutcherode. Enter Trebba, disguised as a pilgrim. Hal Receding. Treb. Bowing to Tutcherode. My humble greeting to you, noble sir And most illustrious Lord of Tutcherode. Tutch. Who art thou, fellow? Coming forward. Treb. Noble count, a man Who hath no other shelter but above Yon canopy, no other dwelling-place But the deep forest, or the lonely cave, Save when some gen'rous heart, with pity sway'd At his meek tale of woe and suffering, Extends to him his hospitable hand, And bids him rest awhile. Tutch. Who led thee hith...