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.

  1. He will come to this house, under truce, to fill your heart with joy.
Antigone
  1. Who is that, old man, on his chariot, driving white horses?
Old servant
  1. That, lady, is the prophet Amphiaraus; with him are the victims, earth’s bloodthirsty streams.
Antigone
  1. Daughter of the sun with dazzling zone, O moon, you circle of golden light, how quietly, with what restraint he drives, goading first one horse, then the other! But where is the one who utters those dreadful insults against this city?
Old servant
  1. Capaneus? There he is, calculating how he may scale the towers, taking the measure of our walls up and down.
Antigone
  1. O Nemesis, and roaring thunder-peals of Zeus and blazing lightning-bolts, oh! put to sleep his presumptuous boasting!