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.
- the shepherd of Aetna; twirl the brand and drag it round and be careful lest in his agony he treat thee to some wantonness.
- (Bellowing in the cave.) Oh! oh! my once bright eye is burnt to cinders now.
- Sweet indeed the triumph-song; pray sing it to us, Cyclops.
- (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.
- Why dost thou cry out, Cyclops?
- I am undone.
- Thou art indeed a sorry sight.
- Aye, and a sad one, too.
- Didst fall among the coals in a drunken fit?