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.
- 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.
- Where are the corpses of Eteocles, and of Polyneices?
- Here they both lie, stretched out side by side.
- Lay my blind hand upon their poor faces.