Category: Plays/Films/Dramas
This hard and heavy task, the brunt of which The Roman Senate gave me to sustain, Hath brought me stress and toil to such a pitch As quite unhinges my o'erburdened brain. A war so long,--in strange events so rich,-- Wherein so many Romans have been slain, Who dares presume to...
Unless my thoughts be guilty of deceit, Or these be lying signs which ye have marked Within Numantia's walls--the horrid din, The lamentable cries, the blazing fires-- I fear an...
5. SCENE I.In very sooth, I am content to view How Fortune's wishes tally with mine own; For this free haughty nation I subdue Without a struggle, by my wits alone. The occasion comes, I s...
4. SCENE II.Is it not beyond all reason, Gallant soldier as thou art, Thus to show a lover's heart, In this sad and straitened season? At a time when thou art bound Round the god of war to...
1. SCENE I.This hard and heavy task, the brunt of which The Roman Senate gave me to sustain, Hath brought me stress and toil to such a pitch As quite unhinges my o'erburdened brain. A war...
7. SCENE I.What meaneth this? Who sounds the call to arm At such a time, my captains? Have ye found Some maddened straggling men, who to their harm Would seek a sepulchre within this groun...
2. SCENE II.Thou Heaven, the lofty, vast, serenely grand, Who, with thy fructifying powers, hast crowned With wealth the chiefest part of this my land, And made it great above the realms ar...
3. SCENE I._THEOGENES and CORABINO, with four other Numantines, Governors of Numantia, MARQUINO, a wizard, and a Corpse which will appear in due time. They are seated in council, and the f...
9. SCENE III.If love paternal hath no longer sway To check the fearful deed which I intend; Think, O my sons, if I can now give way, When thoughts of honour with my purpose blend! O poignant...
8. SCENE II._Here enters a woman armed with a shield on the left arm, and a short lance in her hand, who represents WAR; along with her comes SICKNESS, leaning on a crutch, her head swathed...
6. SCENE II.Dear brother, let our spirits through our eyes Pour forth their wailings changed to bitter tears; Let Death approach, and bear away as prize Our hapless life of misery and fears.