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.
- which I never once thought in my heart would happen—the prince of the land.
- Come, old friends, let us look within to see if someone has met the fate I hope.
- Ah me! ah me!
- Ha! how sweet to hear that opening note of his within the house; death is not far off him now. The prince cries out, wailing a prelude of death.
- O kingdom of Cadmus, I am perishing by treachery!
- You were yourself for making others perish; endure your retribution; it is only the penalty of your own deeds you are paying.
- Who was he, only a mortal, that aimed his silly saying at the blessed gods of heaven with impious blasphemy, maintaining that they are weaklings after all?
- Old friends, our godless foe is now no more.
- The house is still; let us turn to the dance.
- Yes, for fortune smiles upon my friends as I desire.
- Dances, dances and banquets now prevail throughout the holy town of Thebes.