The Plutus of Aristophanes: Acted at Athens in the Year B.C. 388, Part 11

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G. Bell, 1907 - Athens (Greece) - 209 pages
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Page 79 - So then, alarmed, I muffled up my head, Whilst he went round, with calm and quiet tread, To every patient, scanning each disease. Then by his side a servant placed a stone Pestle and mortar ; and a medicine chest. WIFE. A stone one
Page 138 - R. The Ravenna MS. V. The first Venetian (No. 474, St. Mark's Library, Venice). P. The first Parisian (No. 2712, National Library, Paris). U. The Vaticano-Urbinas (No. 141, Urbino).
Page 75 - no others waiting to be healed ? CAR. Neocleides was, for one ; the purblind man, Who in his thefts out-shoots the keenest-eyed. And many others, sick with every form
Page 59 - up ! up ! to your pain and privation. For a robe but a rag, for a bed but a bag of rushes which harbour a nation
Page 212 - The contents of the Volumes will be as follows : — Vol. I. The Acharnians, The Knights. The Clouds, The Wasps. The Peace, The Birds. The
Page 61 - Damater ! a life of the Blessed you give : for ever to toil and to slave At Poverty's call, and to leave after all not even enough for a grave.
Page 91 - Misi tibi denarios ducentos quinquaginta, quos singulis convivis dederam, si vellent inter se inter coenam vel talis vel par impar ludere.
Page 63 - Behold in the cities the Orator tribe ; when poor in their early career How faithful and just to the popular trust, how true to the State they appear. When wealth at the City's expense they have gained, they are worsened at once by the pelf, Intriguing the popular cause to defeat, attacking the People itself.
Page 79 - Hang it, not the medicine chest. WIFE. How saw you this, you villain, when your head, You said just now, was muffled
Page 23 - Pray Heaven it fall and crush you ! Aye, everything that's done is done for thee. Thou art alone, thyself alone, the source Of all our fortunes, good and bad alike. 'Tis so in War; wherever he alights, That side is safe the victory to win. WE. Can I, unaided, do such feats as these

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