Callirrhoe; And Fair Rosamund

Callirrhoe; And Fair Rosamund

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1884 edition. Excerpt: ...2nd Cit. He struck himself. j, rd Cit. Yes, yes; he'll bleed to death, dry up the stream Of blood; 'tis from his heart. Callirrhoe. Nay, touch him not, / am his Maenad, / alone believe; Go quickly to your homes; the god accepts The sacrifice. Cry Io for the god!. Citizens. Io! Io! Io! priest. Callirrhoe. He heard the cry, Coresus, your great A rapture crossed him. Now he hears no more. I may a little praise him. Calydon, Bear in your heart your high deliverer. Swear ye will live no more to common ends Of food and toil and habit. Swear that here In condemnation of your petty lives There shall be mighty passions solemnized By masque and chorus, that all men may learn The wealth of such emotion as empowers To deed like this. All hail, Coresus, hail! Citizens. We swear. All hail, Coresus, our deliverer! Callirrhoe. Now go home. Go all of you, and see how fare the sick. ist Cit. Let's see if-they are mended.. 2nd Cit. Run, run home. j, rd Cit. We'll go. Perchance the sick who died last night, Will presently recover. ist Cit. Ay, we'll see. 2nd Cit. And do you think my wife will live again? ist Cit. Who knows! Woman. Oh! the child's cooler. All. Dionysus, hail! Exeunt. Machaon goes up and looks at the corpse Callirrhoe. No hope to staunch that blood. Machaon, seek Dione, tell her that I come to her In the deep woods. Oh, tell her--break it soft--The Maenads have no priest. Exit Machaon. Ah me! ah me! How thou did'st ope thine eyes wide at the shout; And I looked down on thee and drank thy love. I am a Maenad; I must have love's wine, Coresus, and you die before my face, Leaving me here to thirst. I dare not mar Thy holy death, mixing my fruitless blood With this most precious, sacrificial stream. Thine be this day's full glory. Oh, my dead, ...show more

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  • Paperback | 46 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 100g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236739752
  • 9781236739759