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.

  1. the shepherd of Aetna; twirl the brand and drag it round and be careful lest in his agony he treat thee to some wantonness.
Cyclops
  1. (Bellowing in the cave.) Oh! oh! my once bright eye is burnt to cinders now.
Chorus
  1. Sweet indeed the triumph-song; pray sing it to us, Cyclops.
Cyclops
  1. (from within.) Oh! oh! once more; what outrage on me and what ruin! But never shall ye escape this rocky cave unpunished, ye worthless creatures; for I will stand in the entrance of the cleft and fit my hands into it thus. [Staggering to the entrance.
Chorus
  1. Why dost thou cry out, Cyclops?
Cyclops
  1. I am undone.
Chorus
  1. Thou art indeed a sorry sight.
Cyclops
  1. Aye, and a sad one, too.
Chorus
  1. Didst fall among the coals in a drunken fit?