Helen

Euripides

Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Translated into English Prose from the Text of Paley. Vol. I. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1906.

  1. Although you have a body like Helen’s, your heart is not like hers, but very different. May she die miserably, and never reach the streams of Eurotas! But may you always have good fortune, lady.
Exit Teucer.
Helen
  1. Oh, as I begin the great lament of my great distress,
  2. what mourning shall I strive to utter? or what Muse shall I approach with tears or songs of death or woe? Alas!
Helen
  1. Winged maidens, virgin daughters of Earth, the Sirens, may you come to my mourning
  2. with Libyan flute or pipe or lyre, tears to match my plaintive woes; grief for grief and mournful chant for chant, may Persephone send choirs of death