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London Smith, Elder & Co. 15 Waterloo Place 1902
OXFORD: HORACE HART PRINTER TO THE UNIVERSITY
1. _PALICIO. A Romantic Drama in Five Acts in the Elizabethan manner._
Η καὶ ΠΑΛΙΚΩΝ εὐλόγως μενεῖ φάτις; Πάλιν γὰρ ἵκουσ’ ἐκ σκότου τόδ’ ἐς φάος. Æsch., _Ætnææ_, _frag._
_Published by Ewd. Bumpus. London, 1890. 4to. pp. 37-70._
1. _THE RETURN OF ULYSSES. A Drama in Five Acts in a mixed manner._
Ἃ μὲν ἐποποιία ἔχει, ὑπάρχει τῇ τραγῳδίά ἃ δὲ αὐτη, οὐ πάντα ἐν τῇ ἐποποιίᾳ. Arist., _Poet._ 12.
_Published by Ewd. Bumpus. London, 1890. 4to. pp. 71-100._
_HUGO_ _Viceroy of Sicily_. _LIVIO_ _his son, lover of Margaret_. _MANUEL_ _Chief Justiciary, betrothed to Constance_. _PHILIP, Duke_ _Spanish commissioner_. _FERDINAND_ _his secretary_. _BLASCO_ _a Sicilian count_. _MICHAEL ROSSO_ _a surgeon, lover of Margaret_. _GIOVANNI PALICIO_ _brigand_. _SQUARCIALUPU_ _his lieutenant_.
_MARGARET_ _sister to Manuel_. _CONSTANCE_ _daughter to Hugo_. _LUCIA_ _servant to Margaret_.
_Brigands, soldiers, messengers, servants._
_The scene is in PALERMO, and sometimes in the hills above MONREALE._
_Bl._ And, sir, what think you of Palermo? Have you as fine cities in Spain?
_Fer._ Your city, Approached by sea or from the roofs surveyed, Smiles back upon the gazer like a queen That hears her praise. Nearer to speak I’ll grudge not, When I may nearer know: but since we came There’s been no hour a stranger might dare shew His face in the streets.
_Fer._ Rather I’d say government given over 10 To murderous bandits, who range up and down Unchecked: to whom the king’s commissioners Were just the daintiest pricking. If I may brag Of home, our cities are more orderly.
_Bl._ ’Tis a hot-blooded race, sir, full of stirrings, Subject to fermentation, and like good wine Ever the better for it.
_Fer._ But can you tell me The real cause of these disturbances?
_Bl._ Nothing is easier, sir. Your viceroy, Hugo, This is the point, is plunged in disesteem. 20 He has lost the fear and won the hate of the people. Already, ere ye came, the news ye bring Of the king being dead, was buzzed. Since at his death His viceroy’s office falls to ground, our townsmen Seize on this interval, wherein they hold He hath no jurisdiction, to discredit him, Kill him maybe, if nothing else will hinder His reappointment. They but make the most Of their occasion: that is all.