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, Volume 4 |
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abode Ægisthus Alcmena altar AMPHITRYON Anauros antient Apollo Apollodorus Argive Argos arms Barnes bear behold beneath blest bore borne Brother call'd CHORUS CLYTEMNESTRA Consort corse CREUSA Dame Daughter death deeds didst dost doth dreadful dwell e'en e'er ELECTRA endur'd Erectheus erst Euripides Eurystheus evil expos'd eyes falchion fate Father form'd fortunes friends Goddess Gods Greece hand hast thou hath Heaven HELEN HERCULES hither honours Husband illustrious immortal impious Jove Jove's King land lest Lord LYCUS mankind mansions MEGARA MENELAUS MESSENGER mortals Mother murder Musgrave ne'er nought nuptial nurtur'd o'er oracle ORESTES palace Phereclus Phoebus prosperous PYTHIAN race realm SEMICHORUS Sire slain slay Sons soul speak spring stranger tears temple TEUCER thee THEOCLYMENUS Theonoe THESEUS thou art thou hast thro toils tomb Trophonius Troy utter'd virgin virtuous wealth whence Wife wilt woes woman words wretched XUTHUS
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Page 279 - For him the slaughter to the fleet they spread, And fall by mutual wounds around the dead. To drag him back to Troy the foe contends: Nor with his death the rage of Hector ends: A prey to dogs he dooms the corse to lie, And marks the place to fix his head on high. Rise, and prevent (if yet you think of fame) Thy friend's disgrace, thy own eternal shame!" "Who sends thee, goddess, from the ethereal skies?
Page 15 - His brazen armour rings against the ground. Next artful Phereclus untimely fell; Bold Merion sent him to the realms of hell. Thy father's skill, O Phereclus!
Page 75 - O Jove. thou mighty father, who art called A god supreme in wisdom, from thy heaven Look down, and save us from our woes : delay not To aid us : for we drag the galling yoke Of sorrow and mischance: if with thy finger Thou do but touch us, we shall soon attain The fortune which we wish for, since the toils We have endured already are sufficient.
Page 75 - In ../Egypt died not. But let some one haste And bid the Nobles bear into my house The bridal gifts: for the whole Earth is bound To celebrate in one consenting hymn My blest espousals with the lovely Helen. But go, embark upon the briny main, O stranger, and as soon as ye have paid All decent homage to her former Lord Bring back my Consort hither: that with me When you have feasted at our nuptial rite You to your native mansion may return, Or here continue in a happy state. [Exit THEOCLYMliNUS.
Page 13 - Waft the full dirge to sooth th' illustrious dead. CHORUS, HELEN. CHORUS. I. 2. Near the cerulean margin of our streams I stood, and on the tufted herbage spread My purple vestments in those beams Which from his noontide orb Hyperion shed, When on a sudden from the waving reeds I heard a plaintive and unwelcome sound Of bitter lamentation ; o'er the meads Groans inarticulate were pour'd around: Beneath the rocky cave, dear scene of past delight, Some Naiad thus bewails Pan's hasty flight.
Page 42 - Was but invented to beguile mankind. No sluggard e'er grew rich by Divination, The best of Seers are Prudence and Discernment. [Exit MESSENGER. CHORUS. My sentiments on Prophets well accord With those of this old man. He whom the Gods Th' immortal Gods befriend, in his own house Hath a response that never can mislead, HELEN. So be it. All thus far is well. But how You came with safety, O unhappy Man, From Troy, 'twill nought avail for me to know ; Yet with the sorrows of their friends, have friends...
Page 9 - Teucer. I have erred In giving way to such unseemly rage. All Greece abhors Jove's daughter. But forgive me O woman, for the words which I have uttered. Helen. Say who you are, and from what land you come ? Teucer. One of that miserable race the Greeks. Helen. No wonder is it then, if you detest The Spartan Helen. But to me declare, Who are you, whence, and from what father sprung ? Teucer. My name is Teucer, Telamon my sire ; The land which nurtured me is Salamis. Helen. But wherefore do you wander...
Page 203 - Since thy soul recoils, I, whom such idle scruples cannot move, Will with their mother bring the children forth. Follow my steps, my servants, that at length We may behold sweet peace succeed our toils. [Exit LYCUS. Amphitryon. Depart : for to that place the Fates ordain You now are on the road ; perhaps the sequel Will be another's province : but expect, Since you have done amiss, to suffer vengeance. He, O ye veterans, at a lucky hour Enters the palace, for on...
Page 51 - Tis not unworthy of the brave to weep When wretched. But this honourable part (If such a part can e'er be honourable) I will not act, because the prosperous fortunes Which erst were mine, are present to my soul. If then you haply are...
Page 58 - On thee who build'st thy tuneful seat Protected by the leafy groves, I call, O nightingale, thy accents ever sweet Their murmuring melancholy fall Prolong! O come, and with thy plaintive strain Aid me to utter my distress, Thy woes, O Helen, let the song express, And those of Troy now levelled with the plain By Grecian might. From hospitable shores, Relying on barbaric oars, The...