Cyclops
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.
- Ha! ha! what a trouble it was getting out! This is pleasure unalloyed; earth and sky seem whirling round together; I see the throne of Zeus
- and all the godhead’s majesty. Kiss thee! no! There are the Graces trying to tempt me. I shall rest well enough with my Ganymede here; yea, by the Graces, right fairly.
- What! Cyclops, am I Ganymede, Zeus’s minion?
- (attempting to carry him into the cave.) To be sure, Ganymede whom I am carrying off from the halls of Dardanus.
- I am undone, my children; outrageous treatment waits me.
- Dost find fault with thy lover? dost scorn him in his cups?
- Woe is me! most bitter shall I find the wine ere long. [Exit Silenus, dragged away by Cyclops.
- Up now, children of Dionysus, sons of a noble sire, soon will yon creature in the cave, relaxed in slumber as ye see him, spew from his shameless maw the meat. Already the brand inside his lair is vomiting a cloud of smoke; and the only reason we prepared it was to burn
- the Cyclops’ eye; so mind thou quit thee like a man.