The Greek tragic theatre: containing Æschylus by dr. Potter, Sophocles by dr. Francklin, and Euripides by M. Wodhull. With a dissertation on ancient tragedy, by T. Francklin, Volumen3
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ACHILLES ADRASTUS AGAMEMNON AGAVE aged altar antient appears Argive Argos arms attend ATTENDANT Bacchus Barnes bear behold beneath bore borne bring Brother CADMUS called cause chief CHORUS CLYTEMNESTRA Cyclops Dames Daughter death didst dread Euripides eyes fate Father follow force fortunes friends give Goddess Gods Grecian Greece Greeks hands hast hath head hear Heaven HECTOR HECUBA hence hither Homer host IOLAUS IPHIGENIA Jove King land lead leave Lord Markland means MENELAUS MESSENGER MINERVA Mother Musgrave native never o'er ORESTES passage PENTHEUS POLYPHEME race realm remains rites sacred SEMICHORUS shores SILENUS Sire slain slay Sons Soon soul speak spear spring stand stranger tears temple thee THESEUS THOAS thou thro TIRESIAS toils troops Troy ULYSSES victim virgin whence whole wish woes wretched yield youth
Página 170 - Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Página 134 - Talk not of ruling in this dolorous gloom, Nor think vain words (he cried) can ease my doom. Rather I'd choose laboriously to bear A weight of woes, and breathe the vital air, A slave to some poor hind that toils for bread, Than reign the sceptred monarch of the dead.
Página 323 - False as thou art, and, more than false, forsworn ! Not sprung from noble blood, nor goddess-born, But hewn from harden'd entrails of a rock ! And rough Hyrcanian tigers gave thee suck ! Why should I fawn?
Página 371 - Nysa's top descending on the plains, With curling vines around his purple reins. And doubt we yet through dangers to pursue The paths of honour, and a crown in view?
Página 40 - Not far from him was Gyas laid along, Of monstrous bulk; with Cisseus fierce and strong: Vain bulk and strength ! for, when the chief assail'd...
Página 409 - Come not to pass; but Heaven still finds a clue To guide our steps through life's perplexing maze, And thus doth this important business end. THE FROGS THE FROGS (Aristophanes, the greatest of Greek comic poets, was born t» 455 BC, the son of Philippus, a landowner, in Aegina.
Página 426 - Ulysses. — If I have uttered an untruth. Silenus. — By Neptune Your sire, O Cyclops, by great Triton, Nereus, Calypso, Nereus' daughters, by the waves, And all the race of fishes, I protest,. Most beauteous Cyclops, my dear little lord, I sold not to the foreigners your goods ; May swift perdition, if I did, o'ertake These sinners here, my children, whom I love Beyond expression. Chorus. — Curb thy tongue : I saw thee Vending thy lord's possessions to the strangers : If I speak falsehood, may...
Página 424 - POLYPHEME, SILENUS, CHORUS, ULYSSES. POLYPHEME. What mean these transports, this insensate uproar, These Bacchanalian orgies? Nyssa's God, The brazen timbrel, and the rattling drum, Are distant from these regions. In the cave How fare the new-yean'd lambkins ? do they suck, Or follow they the ewes ? have ye prepar'd In wicker vats the cheeses ? No reply ? This club shall make ye weep forthwith. Look up, JNot on the ground.
Página 473 - ... that I, O strangers, am too bold Because I from my chamber venture forth ; This is my first request : for silence, joined With modesty and a domestic life, Is woman's best accomplishment. I heard Your groans, O lolaus, and advanced Though not appointed by our house to act As their ambassadress ; in some degree Yet am I qualified for such an office, I have so great an interest in the weal Of these my brothers ; on my own account I also wish to hear if any ill, Added to those you have already suffered,...
Página 453 - Eurystheus' ire Against Alcides, Copreus was his sire: The son redeem'd the honours of the race, A son as generous as the sire was base; O'er all his country's youth conspicuous far In every virtue, or of peace or war: But doom'd to Hector's stronger force to yield! Against the margin of his ample shield He struck his hasty foot: his heels up-sprung; Supine...