Penny Dreadfuls, 1912 · page 26 of 118
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# Page Description This is a page of running dramatic dialogue and verse from what appears to be a classical theatrical adaptation (attributed to Euripides). The text consists of speeches from a Nurse, an unidentified Voice (from within), and a Chorus of Women. The content depicts a woman in deep distress—abandoned by her husband for another bed—confined to her chamber in despair and contemplating suicide. The Chorus echoes her anguished invocation of the gods, lamenting her fate as a "bride forlorn." The page contains no illustrations or advertisements, only formatted stage dialogue in blank verse.
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fe) EURIPIDES And wailing desolate. Ah, no more joy have I, For the griefs this house doth see, _ And the love it hath wrought in me. NURSE. There is no house! ’Tis gone. The lord Seeketh a prouder bed: and she Wastes in her chamber, not one word Will hear of care or charity. VOICE (within). O Zeus, O Earth, O Light, Will the fire not stab my brain ? What profiteth living? Oh, Shall I not lift the slow Yoke, and let Life go, As a beast out in the night, To lie, and be rid of pain? CHORUS Some Women A. “O Zeus, O Earth, O Light:” The cry of a bride forlorn Heard ye, and wailing born Of lost delight P Eomicboo ‘S=G 7 a ee a ‘ | : ;