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Albovine, King of the Lombards

Davenant, William, published 1629 · tragedy · Closet/Unacted;Professional

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TitleAlbovine, King of the Lombards
AuthorDavenant, William
Publication year (edition)1629
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Genre group (comparison)tragedy — from the British Drama label · Annals: tragedy
Play typeCloset/Unacted;Professional
Work / edition / TCP / DEEPwork 422 · edition 916 · TCP A19881 · DEEP 737
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
First performance / composition (Annals)1628 [1626-1629]
First performance (BritDrama)1626 [1626-1629]
Company (BritDrama)Unacted
Company (Annals)Unacted
PrinterKingston, Felix
PublisherMoore, Richard
FormatQuarto
STC6307
Greg422a
Genre (Annals)Tragedy
Genre (BritDrama)Tragedy
BritDrama no.2179
Title pageTHE TRAGEDY OF ALBOVINE, KING OF THE LOMBARDS:
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10–68483unassignedGive the word aloud? Stand? 1. Stand! 2. Stand! 3. Stand! Our motion has been swift: we outmarch Time. Verona,…
269–141485unassignedThe Captive captivates the Conqueror. Three Moons have not expired their usual change, Since he was prisoner t…
3142–205459unassignedHigh and sacred Majesty! Verona Hath unhinged her wide Gates: proud to admit The fate of Kingdoms. Our crooked…
4206–276513unassignedLet his ashes rest At quiet in their Urn. His ghost long since Hath washed away the memory of his fate In slow…
5277–349490unassignedHigh Heaven increase your joys! And may you live together until Time Shall sicken with his age. Conrad. Long l…
6350–422480unassignedShe's none of those that on their heads advance High, swaggering Plumes, like a gay fore-horse In a Country te…
7423–490459unassignedWouldst have thy Soul dismissed a natural way? I would not starve, look, like a parched Anatomy Sowed in a Kid…
8491–563486unassignedSir, you are great on Earth! I am merely Your creation. My passions do afford Your high delight all sympathy. …
9564–634492unassignedNor I the King of Fairies. 'Slight, sir, d'ye Present me with a Cup, made, o'th' bottom Of an Acorn, or Queen …
10635–706497T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an0.87Hah! Am I alone? Have they all left me? Where is my Empire? Do I govern in The vacant Air? Sir, am I lost unto…
11707–776496unassignedHow! lie with him? I'll sooner choose a Mansion In a sepulchre: There commit incest With the raw remnant of my…
12777–846499unassignedMy Lord, the King is kind! Our memories Were frail, should we forget what hath so much Pertained unto our know…
13847–916486unassignedI'd rather lose my eyes then see him. When you did triumph in your father's Court, My entreaty then had power …
14917–984497unassignedHe bruised me in his arms. Can love express Such violence, and yet be false? Hermegild Still whispers in my ea…
15985–1056488unassignedGood King, pay me. I love thy Grace: And will fight for thee, whilst I've motion left To stir a feather. My wa…
161057–1124496unassignedSome eight; ay, ay, eight hundred Crowns a year will do't. I am desirous of no more than will Maintain my Gene…
171125–1197504unassignedI fear I make some breach of duty with Your Excellence, to hinder thus The passage of your Royal thoughts. You…
181198–1261504unassignedAlas, you had enough of grief before. This addition will but show a tyranny In fate and me. It works with heig…
191262–1330500unassignedEnough. I profit to thy lip, the first Taste of my affection— 'T was moist and luscious! I will cherish this e…
201331–1400507unassignedBut you young soldiers are so boisterous, You'll think anon, you're battering some Town-wall. Follow, Sir, I'l…
211401–1469476unassignedSure Time grows humorous with age: for things Do differ much from the sincereness of Their first creation. I w…
221470–1536460unassignedMark how close they meet: what variety They use in lust: now she hath melted quite his lips With her hot breat…
231537–1604490unassignedBelieve me skill in sacred Oracles, My piety to warrant the design Nor will I fright the frailty of your Sex, …
241605–1676495unassignedThat's indeed a clear symptom of famine. I've eaten nothing this month but raw air, And that gives but weak no…
251677–1745493T3 Sickness, physic and doctors0.78Trust my obedience, and my skill, Sir. He looks like a watchman in that Rug. Your Majesty receives new cause t…
261746–1812484unassignedA rare Adage. The Lady Author sure, is o'th' moderns. My joy is turned to a disease; it makes Me speechless! I…
271813–1886496unassignedLook, madam. I creep as other mortal do, On the surface of the Earth— methinks you stand upright too. ay, a la…
281887–1952483unassignedAlas, this crime he expiates with sighs So hot, that they would singe his Royal Beard, Did not his numerous te…
291953–2017483unassignedThe Sun doth melt us with his scorching beams. Go fill my usual beverage: I'll drink Till I am cold. The const…
302018–2087489unassignedStay! methinks I feel no insurrection In my blood, nor need an Iron Corselet To contain my flesh; sure it swel…
312088–2154483T1 Death, grief and revenge0.77Hah! was not that a mixture of distilled Venom, which I drunk? 'Twas healthful, as the blood of Grapes to age,…
322155–2225489unassignedAt my humble suit, contain your fury! We shall discover all. My noble Lord, It is a grief that will deprive my…
332226–2296518unassignedAnd to thy memory high Statues build, 'Bout which our Noblest virgins once a year Shall dance in Circles, and …
342297–2366517unassignedI've heard you have transported from Paris The Geometrical cringe, and the Art Of numbering the hairs upon you…
352367–2436496T1 Death, grief and revenge0.83Hah! Paradine! What witty emblem's this? The more to certify thy love, dost thou Appear blind. O Sir, do not m…
362437–2505485T1 Death, grief and revenge0.90I dare not so disgrace my Religion, And my love. 'tis time that I were dead, for I shall else Outlive my chief…
372506–2575484unassignedTo whom sir? To him I hate. But be thou sure, he wear It not till near his death: for it's a happiness To live…
382576–2641471T1 Death, grief and revenge0.81Lady, this is no time to woo: but D'ye think I'm so profane to violate My vow? Nimbly depart, I do conjure You…
392642–2704482T38 Death, parting and grief at court0.91The Queen there too! O trivial Arts with my Own Mine I've blown myself e'en into dust! I will now see, if thou…