Collectanea Cliffordiana

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1817 edition. Excerpt: ... As with my sister in the watch-lower, Gazing I sat, expecting their approach, Just on the summit of the neighbouring hills, I saw the royal standard wave aloft: And a large company of horse and foot, Is now advancing onwards 'to the castle. Cliff. My Lord Northumberland, if it is your pleasure, We will proceed to meet their majesties. North. Most willingly, my lord, let's strait depart. [Exeunt Northumberland and Clifford. Scene r.: Nevili, Matilda. Nev. This horrid din of war, and clash of arms, These threatening sounds of wrathful enterprise, Accord but ill, Matilda, with our joys, And sadly wound, I fear, thy gentle heart. Our nuptial day is still deferred, and hope Still mocks my ardent wish with disappointment. Mat. It is, indeed it is a fearful period. And when I think, perhaps some few days hence, Our army may be summoned to the field; And that among the foremost, you my lord, As it becomes your noble birth and station., Must in those direful conflicts be engaged; My heart sinks in me, I already see My love, my Nevill, my intended husband, Stretched on the plain among the vulgar dead. Nev. Banish, my love, these melancholy thoughts, Dwell not on evils which may never come. Think, that perhaps this hateful civil broil, B u This fatal discord, which so many years, Has like a tempest raged throughout the land, May soon, exhausted, of itself expire. Or if another battle be decreed, ' Thiuk of our mighty force, our valiant chiefs, And of our late decisive victories. Think of thy NeVil's glory; life's a breath, Destroyed by accident in war or peace. Mat. Talk not of accidents, the word alarms me. New. O with what rapturous transport, to thy sight, Shall I return, when flushed with victory, To thy applauding eyes I show this sword...

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