 Tis fill'd with precious spikenard, queen of scents. [She spills it on his head. JOSEPH Madam, what must I say ? My state is low, Yet you do treat me as you might my lord When he besought your hand. PHRAXANOR Must I get up, And cast myself in thy sustaining...  Joseph and His Brethren: A Scriptural Drama in Two Acts - Side 128av Charles Wells - 1824 - 252 siderUten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | Charles Wells - 1824 - 276 sider
...me that golden box, there's ointment in it. (She spills it on his head.} JOSEPH. Madam, what must 1 say ? my state is low, Yet you do treat me as you...that ointment on you. JOSEPH. I did not Desire it. PHRAXANOR. You asked me for it. JOSEPH. Madam ! PHRAXANOR. You breathed upon me as you did advance,... | |
 | Charles Jeremiah Wells - 1876 - 336 sider
...Phraxanor. Put that to rest. Give me that golden box, Tis fill'd with precious spikenard, queen of scents. Joseph. Madam, what must I say ? My state is low,...hand. Phraxanor. Must I get up, And cast myself in thy sustaining arms, To sink thee to a seat ?—Come, sit thou here. Now I will neighbour thee and... | |
 | Charles Wells - 1876 - 318 sider
...golden box, Tis fill'd with precious spikenard, queen of scents. [She spills it on his headJoseph. Madam, what must I say ? My state is low, Yet you...hand. Phraxanor. Must I get up, And cast myself in thy sustaining arms, To sink thee to a seat ? — Come, sit thou here. Now I will neighbour thee and... | |
 | William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - 1883 - 384 sider
...Put that to rest ! Give me that golden box ! 'Tis fill'd with precious spikenard, queen of scents. She spills it on his head. Joseph. Madam ! what must...me as you might my Lord When he besought your hand. Phrax. Must I get up And cast myself in thy sustaining arms To sink thee to a seat ? Come, sit thou... | |
 | Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl - 1899 - 432 sider
...— Put that to rest. Give me that golden box, 'Tis filled with precious spikenard, queen of scents. [She spills it on his head. Joseph — Madam, what...hand. Phraxanor — Must I get up, And cast myself in thy sustaining arms, To sink thee to a seat ? — Come, sit thou here. Now I will neighbor thee and... | |
 | 1905 - 682 sider
...Phrax. Put that to rest. Give me that golden box, 'Tis fill'd with precious spikenard, queen of scents. [She spills it on his head. Joseph. Madam, what must...me as you might my lord When he besought your hand. Phrax. Must I get up, And cast myself in thy sustaining arms, To sink thee to a seat ? — Come, sit... | |
 | Charles Wells - 1908 - 312 sider
...PHRAXANOR Put that to rest. Give me that golden box, 'Tis fill'd with precious spikenard, queen of scents. [She spills it on his head. JOSEPH Madam, what must...hand. PHRAXANOR Must I get up, And cast myself in thy sustaining arms, To sink thee to a seat ? — Come, sit thou here. Now I will neighbour thee and... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1913 - 196 sider
...repose of preparation, Joseph enters with a message from his master. She fastens upon him at once. "Phraxanor. Put that to rest. Give me that golden...that ointment on you. Joseph. I did not Desire it. Phraxanor. You asked me for it. Joseph. Madam ? Phraxanor. You breathed upon me as you did advance,... | |
 | 1875 - 932 sider
...at once: Phraxanor. Put that to rest. Give me that golden box, there's ointment in it. [SAe spilh.it on his head. Joseph. Madam, what must I say ? my state...that ointment on you. Joseph. I did not Desire it. Phraxanor. You asked me for it. Joseph. Madam ? Phraxanor. You breathed upon me as you did advance,... | |
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