Heracles
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.
- Father, why do you weep and veil your eyes, standing far from your beloved son?
- My child! mine still, for all your misery.
- Why, what is there so sad in my case that you weep?
- That which might make any of the gods weep, if he were to learn it.
- A bold assertion that, but you are not yet explaining what has happened.
- Your own eyes see that, if by this time you are restored to your senses.
- Fill in your sketch if any change awaits my life.
- I will explain, if you are no longer mad as a fiend of hell.
- Oh! what suspicions these dark hints of yours again excite!
- I am still doubtful whether you are in your sober senses.
- I have no recollection of being mad.