Andromache
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.
- I am a thing of naught; death is come upon me. My voice is choked, my limbs droop beneath me.
- Hearken; if thou art eager also[*](Reading εἰ καὶ, for which Hermann has εἴπερ. Dindorf εἴ τι.) to avenge thy friends,
- lift up thyself and hear what happened.
- Ah, destiny! how tightly hast thou caught me in thy toils, a poor old man at life’s extremest verge! But tell me how he was taken from me, my one son’s only child; unwelcome as such news is, I fain would hear it.
- As soon as we reached the famous soil of Phoebus, for three whole days were we feasting our eyes with the sight. And this, it seems, caused suspicion; for the folk, who dwell near the god’s shrine, began to collect in groups,