"The tears, the supplications of his father, never reach'd his iron heart.-- "
— Tytler, Alexander Fraser (1747-1813); Schiller (1759-1805)
Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for G. G. J. & J. Robinsons
Date
1792
Metaphor
"The tears, the supplications of his father, never reach'd his iron heart.-- "
Metaphor in Context
MOOR.
I fainted at the news.--They must have thought me dead--for when I came to myself, I was on a bier, and shrouded as a corpse.--I beat upon the lid of the coffin--it was opened--'twas in the dead of night--my son Francis stood before me.-- "What," said he, with a voice of horror, "Must you then live for ever?" And with these words, he shut the coffin. The thunder of that voice bereaved me of my senses.--When I again recovered them, I found the bier in motion.--After some time it stopped.--The coffin was again opened, and at the entry of this dungeon I found my son Francis, with that man who had brought me the bloody sword of my son Charles.--I fell at Francis' feet, embraced his knees--and wept, conjured him, supplicated.--The tears, the supplications of his father, never reach'd his iron heart.-- "Throw down that carcase," said he, with a voice of thunder, "he has lived too long."-- They threw me down into that dungeon, and my son Francis locked the iron door upon me.
I fainted at the news.--They must have thought me dead--for when I came to myself, I was on a bier, and shrouded as a corpse.--I beat upon the lid of the coffin--it was opened--'twas in the dead of night--my son Francis stood before me.-- "What," said he, with a voice of horror, "Must you then live for ever?" And with these words, he shut the coffin. The thunder of that voice bereaved me of my senses.--When I again recovered them, I found the bier in motion.--After some time it stopped.--The coffin was again opened, and at the entry of this dungeon I found my son Francis, with that man who had brought me the bloody sword of my son Charles.--I fell at Francis' feet, embraced his knees--and wept, conjured him, supplicated.--The tears, the supplications of his father, never reach'd his iron heart.-- "Throw down that carcase," said he, with a voice of thunder, "he has lived too long."-- They threw me down into that dungeon, and my son Francis locked the iron door upon me.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "heart" and "iron" in HDIS (Drama)
Citation
10 entries in ESTC (1792, 1793, 1795, 1797, 1799, 1800).
See The Robbers. A Tragedy. Translated from the German of Frederick Schiller. (London: Printed for G. G. J. & J. Robinsons, 1792). <Link to ESTC>
See The Robbers. A Tragedy. Translated from the German of Frederick Schiller. (London: Printed for G. G. J. & J. Robinsons, 1792). <Link to ESTC>
Date of Entry
06/08/2005
