The Mysterious Mother, a Tragedy (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. 1791 Excerpt: ... Coun. Diftra&ion What means this complicated fcene of horrors? Why thus affail my fplitting brain?--be quick--Art thou my hufband wing'd from other orbs To taunt my foul? What is this dubious form, Jmprefs'd with ev'ry feature I adore, And every lineament I dread to look on A TRAGEDV. -jj-' Art thou my dead or living fon? Edm. I am Thy living Edmund. Let thefe fcalding tears Atteft th' exiftence of thy fuff'ring fon. Coun. Ah touch me not--Edm. How --in that cruel breaft Revive then all fenfations, but affe&ion? Why fo ador'd the memory of the father, And fo abhorr'd the prefence of the fon? But now, and to thy eyes 1 feem'd my father. At leaft for that refemblance-fake embrace me. Coun Horror on horror blafted be thy tongue I What founds are thefe? Bened. Lady, tho' I excufe not This young lord's difobedience, his contrition Befpeaks no rebel principle. I doubt not, Your bleffing firft obtained and gracious pardon, But foon as morning ftreaks the ruddy eaft, He will obey your pleafure, and return To ftranger clinics. Edm. 'Tis falfe;.1 will not hence. I have been fool'd too long, too long been patient. Nor are my years fo green as to endure The manacles of priefls and nurferieSi Am I not Narbonne's prince? who mail rule here But Narbonne? Have I fapp'd my country's laws, Or play'd the tyrant? Who mall banifli me? Am I recreant knight? Has cowardice t)ifgrac'd the line of heroes I am fprung from? Shall I then ikulk, hide my inglorious headi Or does it pleafe your worfhip's gravity Difpatch me on fome fleevelefs pilgrimage, Like other noble fools, to win yon empires j While you at home mock our credulity, The matters of our wealth, our ftates, and wives? Court.: Afide. (Brave youth there fpoke his fire.' How my foul yearns To own its genuin..