Titel: Engelsch leesboek voor eerstbeginnenden, benevens een woordenboekje
Auteur: Gedike, Friedrich
Uitgave: Deventer: J. de Lange, 1853
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Opmerking: Vert. van: Englisches Lesebuch für Anfänger, nebst Wörterbuch und Sprachlehre. - 1795
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Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: Obr. 4089
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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in prison. » What a fool were you," said he,
> to rely on Damon's promise? How could you
imagine, that he would sacrifice his life for you,
or for any man?" — » My lord," said Pythias,
with a firm voice and noble aspect, » I would
suffer a thousand deaths rather than my friend
should fail in any article of honour. He can-
not fail: I am confident of his virtue as of my
own existence. But I beseech the gods to pre-
serve his life. Oppose him, ye winds 1 disap-
point his eagerness, and suffer him not to
arrive, till my death has saved a life of much
greater consequence than mine, necessary to
his lovely wife, to his little innocents, to his
friends, to his country. — Oh! let me not die
the cruellest of deaths in that of my Damon." —
Dionysius was confounded and awed with the
magnanimity of these sentiments. He wished to
speak: he hesitated; he looked down, and retired
in silence. The fatal day arrived. Pythias was
brought 1) forth; and, witUan air of satisfaction,
walked to the place of execution. He ascended
the scaffold, and addressed the people: > My
prayers are heard: the gods are propitious,
the winds have been contrary, Damon could
not conquer impossibilities; he will be here to-
morrow, and my blood shall ransom that of ray
friend." As he pronounced these words, a
buzz arose, a distant voice was heard, the crowd
caught 2) the words, and, »Stop, stop execu-
tion," was repeated by every person. Araancame
on full speed. In the same instant, he was off his
horse, on the scaffold, and in the arms of Pythias.
» You are safe," he cried, »you are safe." Pale,
cold, and half speechless, in the arras of his Da-
mon, Pythias replied in broken accents: »Fatal
baste — cruel impatience — what envious pow-
ers have wrought 3) impossibilities against your
friend ? But I will not be wholly disappointed.