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.

  1. O king, whose home is that olive-clad hill!
Theseus
  1. Why this piteous prelude in addressing me?
Amphitryon
  1. The gods have afflicted us with grievous suffering.
Theseus
  1. Whose are these children, over whom you weep?
Amphitryon
  1. My own son’s children, woe is him! he was their father and butcher both, hardening his heart to the bloody deed.
Theseus
  1. Hush! good words only!
Amphitryon
  1. I would I could obey!
Theseus
  1. What dreadful words!
Amphitryon
  1. Fortune has spread her wings, and we are ruined, ruined.
Theseus
  1. What do you mean? what has he done?
Amphitryon
  1. Slain them in a wild fit of frenzy