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.
- 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?
- Noman has undone me.
- Then there is no one hurting thee after all.
- Noman is blinding me.
- Then art thou not blind.
- As blind as thou, forsooth.[*](i.e., as blind as you must be if you cannot see it; but Paley interprets as you say but not as is really the case.)
- How, pray, could no man have made thee blind?
- Thou mockest me; but where is this Noman.
- Nowhere, Cyclops.
- It was the stranger, vile wretch! who proved my ruin, that thou mayst understand rightly, by swilling me with the liquor he gave me.
- Ah! wine is a terrible foe, hard to wrestle with.
- Tell me, I adjure thee, have they escaped or are they still within?
- Here they are ranged in silence, taking the rock to screen them.
- On which side?
- On thy right.
- Where?