Euripides; With an English Translation Volume 3

Euripides; With an English Translation Volume 3

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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. 1912 edition. Excerpt: ...in thine arms to die 560 I ask. Be near me; veil my corse with robes, Since to the horror of the knife I pass--If I be of the sire that I boast mine. Iolaus I cannot stand and look upon thy doom. MACARIA At least ask thou the king that I may breathe My last breath not in men's but women's hands. DEMOPHON This shall be, hapless among maidens: shame Were mine to grace thee not with honour meet, For causes manifold; for thy great heart, For justice' sake, and for that thou art brave 570 Above all women that mine eyes have seen. Wouldst thou say aught to these, or this grey sire, Speak thy last word, or ever thou depart. _Exit. MACARIA Farewell, old sire, farewell, and teach, () teach These boys to be like thee, in all things wise As thou art--no whit more: that shall suffice. And strive from deatli to save them, loyal soul: Thy children are we, fostered by thine hands. Thou seest how my bloom of spousal-tide I yield up in the stead of these to die. 580 And ye, O band of brethren at my side, Blessings on you! May all be yours, for which The cleaving of mine heart shall pay the price. This old man, and the grey queen therewithin, 0-773. Alcmena, my sire's mother, honour ye, And these our hosts. If there be found of heaven For you release from toils, and home-return, Remember then your saviour's burial due, --Fair burial, as is just. I have failed you naught, Have stood your champion, for mine house have died. 590 My treasure this shall be, for babes unborn, Spousals forgone;--if in the grave aught be: But ah that naught might be!--for if there too We mortals who must die shall yet have cares, I know not whither one shall turn; since deatli For sorrows is accounted chiefest balm. IOLAUS O thou who for high courage hast no peer, Above all women, ...show more

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  • Paperback
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 177g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236948882
  • 9781236948885