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. Lycus, our new monarch, slew him.
Heracles
  1. Did he meet him in fair fight, or was the land sick and weak?
Megara
  1. Yes, from faction; now he is master of the city of Cadmus with its seven gates.
Heracles
  1. Why has panic fallen on you and my aged father?
Megara
  1. He meant to kill your father, me, and my children.
Heracles
  1. What are you saying? What did he have to fear from my orphan babes?
Megara
  1. He was afraid they might some day avenge Creon’s death.
Heracles
  1. What is this dress they wear, suited to the dead?
Megara
  1. It is the garb of death we have already put on.
Heracles
  1. And were you being forced to die? O woe is me!
Megara
  1. Yes, deserted by every friend, and informed that you were dead.