Honoria and Mammon. Chabot, admiral of France. The Arcadia. The triumph of peace. A contention for honour and riches. The triumph of beauty. Cupid and death. The contention of Ajax and Ulysses for armour of Achilles. PoemsMurray, 1833 - 1 páginas |
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Honoria and Mammon. Chabot, admiral of France. The Arcadia. The triumph of ... James Shirley Visualização completa - 1833 |
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admiral Ajax Alworth Arcadia Asall Basilius blood CALCHAS Chab Chabot Cham Chan chancellor Clod command court Cupid Cupid and Death Dame Dametas dance dare death Diom Dorus dost doth Dotterels Enter Euar Exeunt Exit eyes fair Fath father favour fear fight flame Fulbank gentlemen give Gynecia happy hath hear heart heaven Honoria HONORIA AND MAMMON honour James Shirley judge Juno justice king kiss lady Mammon leave look lord Lysippus madam master Miso mistress Mopsa noble nymph old copy Pamela pardon Phan Philan Philanax Philoc Philoclea poison'd prince prithee Pyrocles queen Re-enter rich SCENE servant shew Shirley smile Sold soul Squan sweet sword tears Telamon tell thee There's Thersander things thou hast thought Trav Treas triumph TRIUMPH OF BEAUTY Ulysses what's wife wonder Zelmane
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