The dramatic works Volume 7

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. 1917 Excerpt: ...as marble, glows And her knees, chastely covered, falteringly Refuse their service, and open to receive The arrow of Eros even against their will. O scarlet flower of passion, all aglow Beneath concealing snow which doth but seem To hide the burning summer at its heart. And woe to him who this false Hera weds. For love long reined will come upon him, bound And throttled in this net he will receive Wound after wound and bleed at last to death. Noaimon But were Odysseus to return, O thou Flaming-haired demon, tell me, were he not An aged man? What thinkest thou? Would our mistress Quench her red glow with him and be content? Melanto Content and quenched? She and an aged man? Oh, let him come and try! I'll hang myself, If she delivers him not unto the pack, And lets her wooers tear him limb from limb! Laertes An evil-hearted wench. Odysseus Assuredly. Pretending to be cold and in terror. I am afraid! I am afraid! Laertes I, too! But I know caverns that are full of leaves. Come with me! We will hide us in the mountains. Odysseus It is not true that I am that Odysseus, And so my wife can chase me not to death With bloodhounds. Am I right? But if I were, Father, I would be still as any mouse. Laertes Ha, ha, ha, ha! Thou art my son Odysseus. Why not, seeing that I am father of the man! Odysseus' father dwells in these foul rags. Nay, nay! I lied! Laertes am I not, And so she whom my son did wed may not Hunt me with bloodhounds. But if I were he, I'd do as thou dost and speak not at all. Odysseus Moans and kisses the face of Laertes Laertes What dost thou? Odysseus Lo, I kiss my father! Shall I Not kiss the sacred head I have not seen For twenty long, intolerable years? Thrust me not from thee or my heart will burst, And, terror-stricken, my entrails burn to ashes...