Faust. Clavigo. Egmot. the Wayward Lover, Translated by Theodore Martin

Faust. Clavigo. Egmot. the Wayward Lover, Translated by Theodore Martin

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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. 1902 edition. Excerpt: ... Of management discreet, most rightfully doth earn. As thou, whom now I know, dost here again resume Thy whilom place of queen, and mistress of the house, Seize thou the reins, that long have hung relaxed, rule now, ' The treasures take in charge, and take us too with them; But, chief of all, shield me, that oldest am in years, From this pert band, who near thy swan-like loveliness Are but a flock of cackling, poorly feathered geese. PANTHALIS. How hideous showeth hideousness by beauty's side! PHORKYAS. How foolish by the side of wisdom foolishness! (The following repetrtees are spoken by the Choretides, stepping out individually from the Chorus GHORETIDE 1. Tell us of father Erebus, of mother Night! PHORKYAS. Then speak of Scylla thou, thy sister uterine! g OHORETIDE 2. From thy ancestral stock hath many a monster sprung. PHORKYAS. Away to Orcus, seek thy kith and kindred there! CHORETIDE 3. Who have their dwelling there are much too young for thee. PHORKYAS. Tiresias, hoar with eld, go wooing unto him! CHORETIDE 4. Thy great-granddaughter was Orion's nurse, I trow. PHORKYAS. By Harpies thou, I ween, wert fattened up in filth. ononnr1nn 5. Such scragginess supreme, how dost thou nourish that? PHORKYAS. Not with the blood which thou art ever keen to lap. ononnr1nn 6. Thy teeth for corpses long, a. loathly corpse thyself. PHORKYAS. Pah! in thy saucy chops a vampire's grinders gleam. LEADER OF THE CHORUS. Thine should be closed, were I to mention who thou art. PHORKYAS. Name thou thine own name first, then is the riddle solved. HELENA. In sorrow, not in wrath, I interpose to place My ban upon this wild and stormy war of words. For to the master nought more mischievous befalls, Than rancours by his trusty serfs in...show more

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  • Paperback | 172 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 9mm | 318g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123687742X
  • 9781236877420