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Summary of the Book 'Abdelazer Or The Moor Revenge':
Aphra Behn (10 July 1640 ? 16 April 1689) was a prolific dramatist of the Restoration and was one of the first English professional female writers. Her writing participated in the amatory fiction genre of British literature.
Excerpts from the Book 'Abdelazer Or The Moor Revenge':
... Abd. Away, away, be gone.- Qu. Where hast thou learnt this language, that can say But those rude words,-Away, away, be gone? Am I grown ... ... Leon. Ah Sir! If you thus grieve, who ascend by what y'ave lost To all the greatness that a King can boast What tributes from my eyes and ... ... weeping. King. Thou woo'st me to reverse thy Husbands doom, And I wooe thee, for mercy on my self Why shou'dst thou sue to him for life and ... ... thou dost disarm thy Rage, And giv'st the Foe a warning, e're thou strik'st When with thy smiles thou might'st securely kill,- You know the ... ... Leave that to me, who equally am injur'd You, like the Gods! need only but command, And I will execute your sacred will.- That done, there's ... ... face, It will discover nought that's hid within.- Thus arm'd for ills, Darkness! and Horrour! I invoke your aid, And thou, dread Night! shade ... ... and seize this Moor I am sure there the Mongrel's Kennell'd. Men. Sir, we lose time in talking,-come with me. Phil. Where be these Lowsie ... ... this hot young Lover enter, I'le save my Wife the trouble of allaying The Amorous heat:-this-will more nimbly do't, ... ... But I believe it must be great, and kind. Qu. I am of thy opinion.- But now, Elvira, for a well-laid Plot, To ruine this Florella-though ... ... the Serpent play, Whose fatal Poison must your life betray And though a King, cannot Divine your Fate Kings only differ from the Gods in that.- ... ... lead you forth to Conquest now, But Abdelazer, whose Sword reapt Victory, As oft as 'twas unsheath'd-and all for Spain! -How many Lawrels has ... ... Not yet, ye Gods! Oh this eternal Coward- Enter Alonzo. Alon. Sir, bring up your Reserves, or all is lost Ambition plumes the Moor, and ... ... he is a Traytor. Card. Philip a Bastard! Oh it cannot be:- Madam, take heed you do not for Revenge, Barter your dearer Honour, and lose ... ... and other Lords, one bearing the Crown, which is laid on the Table on Cushion the Queen, Leonara, and Ladies. They all seat themselves, leaving ... ... All you have ever done me:-Heavens! what a contest Of Love, and Honour, swells my rising heart. Qu. By all my Love, if you refuse me ... ... at a vast rate, Sir. Abd. Oh she's a Goddess! a Creature made by Heaven! To make my prosperous Toyls, all sweet and charming! She must ... ... me, not in Bravery. -I know thou'st greater Power too,-thank thy Treachery! Abd. Dost thou not fear that Power? Alon. By Heaven not I, ... ... Or get thee hence. Osm. Not till I've done the business which I came for. Abd. Slave!-that-thou cam'st for. ... ... me! Thou hadst a soul was humane. Osm. Indeed I will not, Sir, you are my King! (unbinds him. Phil. ... ... Rise, (though with much a-do) I will forgive you. Leon. Come, my dear Brother, to that glorious business Our Birth and Fortunes call us, let ...