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.
- I long to do so, and would embrace my father.
- Here am I, my son; your wish is no less dear to me.
- Have you so short a memory for your troubles?
- All that I endured before was easier to bear than this.
- If anyone sees you play the woman, they will scoff.
- Have I by living grown so abject in your sight? It was not so once, I think.
- Yes, too much so; in your sickness you are not the glorious Heracles.
- What about you? What kind of hero were you when in trouble in the world below?
- I was worse than anyone as far as courage went.
- How then can you say of me, that I am abased by my troubles?
- Forward!