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. What put such desperate thoughts into your heads?
Megara
  1. That was what the heralds of Eurystheus kept proclaiming.
Heracles
  1. Why did you leave my hearth and home?
Megara
  1. He forced us; your father was dragged from his bed.
Heracles
  1. Had he no shame, to ill-use the old man so?
Megara
  1. Shame indeed! that goddess and he dwell far enough apart.
Heracles
  1. Was I so poor in friends in my absence?
Megara
  1. Who are the friends of a man in misfortune?
Heracles
  1. Do they make so light of my hard warring with the Minyans?
Megara
  1. Misfortune, to repeat it to you, has no friends.
Heracles
  1. Cast from your heads these chaplets of death, look up to the light, for instead of the darkness below your eyes behold the welcome sun.