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. Ah, yes! he is hunting the children down. Never will Madness lead her revel rout in vain.
Amphitryon
  1. Ah misery!
Chorus
  1. Ah me! how I lament that aged father, that mother too that bore his children in vain.
  2. Look! look!
  3. A tempest rocks the house; the roof is falling with it.
Heracles
  1. Oh, oh! what are you doing, Pallas, child of Zeus, to the house? You are sending hell’s confusion against the halls, as once you did on Enceladus.
Messenger
  1. O white-haired old men!
Chorus
  1. Why this loud
  2. address to me?
Messenger
  1. It is dreadful within!
Chorus
  1. No need for me to call another prophet for that.