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The "Queen of the drama!" Mary Anderson: her life on and off the stage
The Queen of the drama Mary Anderson her life on and off the stage Author:Henry Llewellyn Williams Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: I've known him since I was a child. E'en then The week I thought a weary, heavy one, That brought not Master Walter. I had those About me then that made... more » a fool of me. As children oft are fooled; but more I loved Good Master Walter's lesson, than the play With which they'd surfeit me. As I grew up, More frequent Master Walter came, and more I loved to see him. I had tutors then, Men of great skill and learning—but not one [me, That taught like Master Walter. What they'd show And I, dull as I was, but doubtful saw— A word from Master Walter made as clear As daylight. When my schooling days were o'er— That's now good three years past—three years—I vow I'm twenty, Helen—well, as I was saying, When I had done with school, and all were gone, Still Master Walter came, and still he comes, Summer or winter—-frost or rain. I've seen The snow upon a level with the hedge, Yet there was Master Walter! Knowles. THE WIFE'S SUPPLICATION. FAZIO Act IV.—Scene 3. Enter Aldabella. Aldabella. Fazio in prison! Fazio doom'd to die!— I was too hasty; should have fled, and bashfully Beckoned him after ; lured him, not seized on him. Proud Aldabella a poor robber's paramour! Oh, it sounds dismal! Florence must not hear it— And sooth, his time is brief to descant on it.— Enter Bianca. And who art them, thus usherless and unbidden, Scarest my privacy? Jiianca. There is one— Fie, fie upon this choking in my throat— One thou didst love,—Giraldi Fazio;— One who loved thee,—Giraldi Fazio,— He's doom'd to die, to die to-morrow morning. Thou'rt high-born, rich and beautiful; the prince, The prime of Florence wait upon thy smiles, Like sunflowers on the golden light they love; Thy lips have such sweet melody, 'tis hung upon Till si...« less