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elettaria July 23 2007, 10:53:19 UTC
Frederick. The man, against whom I drew my sword this day was my father! One moment longer, and provoked, I might have been the murderer of my father! my hair stands on end!
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Frederick. My education I owe to my mother. Filial love, in return, has plunged me into the state you see.

LOVERS' VOWS
Or
The Fate of Oedipus Narrowly Escap'd

And to revert to a previous subject of discussion:

Count. But he ate, drank, and slept, I suppose?
Baron [confused]. Perhaps he did.
Count. And was merry with his friends; and his friends as fond of him as ever?
Baron. Perhaps [confused]-perhaps they were.
Count. And perhaps he now and then took upon him to lecture young men for their gallantries?
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Baron. I have the head-ach, Count-These tidings have discomposed, disordered me-I beg your absence for a few minutes.
Count. I obey-And let me assure you, my Lord, that, although, from the extreme delicacy of your honour, you have ever through life shuddered at seduction; yet, there are constitutions, and there are circumstances, in which it can be ( ... )

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kkrum July 24 2007, 19:09:17 UTC
Certainly a melange of the PreRomantic idea of a safe castle and the Romantic / Gothic idea of its reversal: the castle as treacherous mysterious and unsafe for innocent virgins. I'm thinking Radclyffe's Mysteries of Udolpho and Sade's Justine

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