Croesus and Ione (Classic Reprint)
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Excerpt from Croesus and Ione But thought her one of us, yet did not dare So much as touch her hand she ruled them so." First Flower Girl "Methought the young Lord Ceyx suspicioned her When in his eyes I saw the look they wear For none but Lady lone. Alas! This disappearance sure will drive him mad." Second Flower Girl "And yet she broke no troth in leaving him, Having but laughter ever for his vows; He was too slavish in his love for her. I fear me it is Croesus has her now; Proud maids like her love high, or not at all." Old Man "Hush! hush! her brother comes to pray for her. Ah, poor Ismenides! thy step is slow." (Ismenides approaches, supported by an attendant, and enters the temple.) Old Man "Has Croesus won the gods, or will they hear?" Act II. Scene I. In the royal palace at Sardis. An apartment opening to the east. Rich hangings have been drawn away, disclosing an airy balcony overhanging a garden. The time is a moment before sunrise. When the curtain rises Ione is seen with her back half turned to the audience; one arm is holding aside the massive drapery which by the gorgeousness of its color throws her white-robed figure into strong relief. A glow of rosy light appears in the east, and the maiden falls upon her knees - her upturned face and golden hair catch the first rays of the rising sun, and she is as one transfigured. Near her a group of slave-girls watch her every movement with wondering admiration. At the far end of the long apartment an Ethiopian stands on guard. Ione "How pure the dawn is! ever a new birth, Touched by no thought of that sweet yesterday That fled soft-footed to forgetfulness. And this young morn that rises maidenly May bear within her breast great thoughts, great loves, Ay, greater sorrows, sterner tragedies. Morn, I salute thee! bring to Ione I pray thee, none but pleasant things, for she Is young yet like as thou art, and her feet Are very restless, longing for the dance, The swaying music, and the minstrelsy." (She springs to her feet, and motioning to the maidens to join her, begins a rhythmic movement, but pauses after a few measures and throws herself down, sighing wearily.) About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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