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. For this I thank you; I do not regret the service I did you.
Theseus
  1. While I, for kindness then received, now show my pity for you.
Heracles
  1. Ah yes! I am piteous object, a murderer of my sons.
Theseus
  1. I weep for you in your changed fortunes.
Heracles
  1. Did you ever find another more afflicted?
Theseus
  1. Your misfortunes reach from earth to heaven.
Heracles
  1. Therefore I am resolved on death.
Theseus
  1. Do you suppose the gods attend to your threats?
Heracles
  1. The god has been remorseless to me; so I will be the same to the gods.
Theseus
  1. Hush! lest your presumption add to your sufferings.
Heracles
  1. My ship is freighted full with sorrow; there is no room to stow anything further.