The Phoenician Women
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.
- Let the steel know, the sword be my witness!
- Why are you so eager to be released from this marriage?
- I mean to share my hapless father’s exile.
- A noble spirit yours but there is some folly in it.
- And I will share his death, I tell you further.
- Go, leave the land; you will not murder my son. Exit Creon.
- Daughter, for this loyal spirit I thank you.
- How could I marry, while you went into exile alone, father?
- Stay here and be happy; I will bear my own load of sorrow.
- And who will tend you in your blindness, father?
- Where fate appoints, there I will fall and lie down upon the ground.
- Where is Oedipus, and that famous riddle?
- Lost! One day blessed me, one destroyed me.
- May I not also share your sorrows?
- To wander with her blinded father would be shameful for his daughter.
- Not so, father, but glory, if she is discreet.
- Lead me near, so that I may touch your mother’s corpse.
- There, embrace the aged form so dear to you.
- O mother, o most wretched wife!
- Pitiably she lies, who suffered every evil at once.