Rhesus

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. Come here, here, everyone! I have them, I have clutched them fast.
  2. What is your company? Where did you come from? Who are you?
Odysseus
  1. It is not for you to know; for you will die today for your villainy.
Chorus
  1. Will you not declare the password, before my sword finds its way to your heart?
Odysseus
  1. Halt! Be of good heart.
Chorus
  1. Come near. Strike, everyone!
Odysseus
  1. What! have you slain Rhesus?
Chorus
  1. No, but you, who came to slay us—
Odysseus
  1. Stay, every man of you!
Chorus
  1. No, no, lay on!
Odysseus
  1. Ah! do not slay a friend!
Chorus
  1. What is the password, then?
Odysseus
  1. Phoebus.
Chorus
  1. Right! every man hold back his spear!