Heracles
Euripides
Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Translated into English Prose from the Text of Paley. Vol. II. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1891.
- Yes, even the strong are overthrown by misfortunes.
- Ah! Would I could become a stone upon this spot, oblivious of trouble.
- Peace! give your hand to a friend and helper.
- No, let me not wipe off the blood upon your robe.
- Wipe it off and spare not; I will not refuse you.
- Bereft of my own sons, I find you as a son to me.
- Throw your arm about my neck; I will be your guide.
- A pair of friends indeed, but one a man of sorrows. Ah! aged father, this is the kind of man to make a friend.
- Blessed in her sons, the country that gave him birth!
- Theseus, turn me back again to see my children.
- What for? Do you think to find a drug in this to soothe your soul?