The Alcestis of Euripides; Translated from the Greek Into English, Now for the First Time in Its Original Metres, with Preface, Explanatory Notes, and Stage Directions Suggesting How It Might Have Been Performed (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1884 edition. Excerpt: ...eyelid Oh, look, --hands, f too, Oh, so stiffly set g 410 Overhear me, Oh, hear me, Oh, --h Mother, I beseech--thee i Tis I, Tis I, --Mammy, k nbw do I call thee, for here o' thy mouth doth he / fall, thy unhappy young--ling m 415 (admetus, raising Eumelos from the corpse, sits upon a Proscenium bench and places him on his knees. Perimele runs after him and grasps his robes.) Admetus. (Dialogue 10.) She neither heareth thee, nor seeth'thee; hence I and both of you are smit by dire misfortune's blow.--Eumelos. (Monbdi 5, continued.) I very young, Papa, --quite deserted am (Antistrophe.) a By Mammy left alone am I b Oh, what a frightful ill c 420 do I--suffer d (embracing Perimele. ) e You too as I, Sister, O young--Girl, f suffer Oh dear Papa, (to Admetus) g to no end, to no end did you--h marry; bounds of old--age i 425 with her you have--not--reach'd;--k first she departs; so, my Mammy desertin' you, --/ Ruin has all the house--hold m (admetus makes signs to the Household Servants, who bear into the Palace the corpse of Alcestis on the couch, and to Ladies who take charge of Eumelos and Perimele. 'Exeunt omnes' into the Palace, except Admetus, who remains seated on the Proscenium, his face covered by his mantle.) CoRYPHiEUS. (Dialogue 11.) Ahdmeetos, this severe mishap thou needs must bear; for not the first, nor yet the last of men art thou 430 of loving Wife who's been depriv'd; thou must allow that all of us who're present here are bound to die (admetus rises and advances to the Pulpitum.) Admetus (to Coryphus, whom for the first time he salutes). I know (47) it well; and this mischance not unawares hath fall'n; appriz'd of all, distress'd I've been for long.--(To the Chorus.) IH orders give that now the Corpse be carri'd forth.--435 Ye