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Euripides, Heracles (ed. E. P. Coleridge), line 130 (search)
Chorus See, how like their father's sternly flash these children's eyes! Misfortune has not failed his children, nor yet has his comeliness been denied them. O Hellas! if you lose these, of what allies will you rob yourself!
Euripides, Heracles (ed. E. P. Coleridge), line 138 (search)
se. Lycus and his attendants enter. Lycus One question, if I may, to this father of Heracles and his wife; and certainly as your lord and master I have a right to put what questions I choose. How long do you seek to prolong your lives? What hope, what aid do you see to save you from death? Do you trust that these children's father, who lies dead in the halls of Hades, will return? How unworthily you show your sorrow at having to die, you after your idle boasts, scattered broadcast through Hellas, that Zeus was partner in your marriage-bed and was your partner in children; and you, after calling yourself the wife of so peerless a lord. After all, what was the fine exploit your husband achieved, if he did kill a hydra in a marsh or that monster of Nemea? which he caught in a snare, for all he says he strangled it to death in his arms. Are these your weapons for the hard struggle? Is it for this then that Heracles' children should be spared? A man who has won a reputation for valor i
Euripides, Heracles (ed. E. P. Coleridge), line 217 (search)
land of Cadmus—for to you too will I turn, distributing my words of reproach—is this your defense of Heracles and his children? the man who faced alone all the Minyans in battle and allowed Thebes to see the light with free eyes. I cannot praise Hellas, nor will I ever keep silence, finding her so craven as regards my son; she should have come with fire and sword and warrior's arms to help these tender chicks, to requite him for all his labors in purging land and sea. Such help, my children, neither Hellas nor the city of Thebes affords you; to me a feeble friend you look, and I am empty sound and nothing more. For the vigor which once I had, has gone from me; my limbs are palsied with age, and my strength is decayed. If I were young and still powerful in body, I would have seized my spear and dabbled those flaxen locks of his with blood, so that the coward would now be flying from my spear beyond the bounds of Atlas. Chorus Leader Have not the brave among mankind a fair occasion
Euripides, Heracles (ed. E. P. Coleridge), line 408 (search)
Chorus Then he went through the waves of heaving Euxine against the mounted host of Amazons dwelling round Maeotis, the lake that is fed by many a stream, having gathered to his standard all his friends from Hellas, to fetch the gold-embroidered raiment of the warrior queen, a deadly quest for a girdle. Hellas won those glorious spoils of the barbarian maid, and they are safe in Mycenae. Chorus Then he went through the waves of heaving Euxine against the mounted host of Amazons dwelling round Maeotis, the lake that is fed by many a stream, having gathered to his standard all his friends from Hellas, to fetch the gold-embroidered raiment of the warrior queen, a deadly quest for a girdle. Hellas won those glorious spoils of the barbarian maid, and they are safe in Mycenae.
Euripides, Heracles (ed. E. P. Coleridge), line 875 (search)
Chorus Alas alas! lament; the son of Zeus, flower of your city, is being cut down. Woe to you, Hellas! that will cast from you your benefactor, and destroy him as he dances in the shrill frenzy of Madness. She is mounted on her chariot, the queen of sorrow and sighing, and is goading on her steeds, as if for outrage, the Gorgon child of Night, with a hundred hissing serpent-heads, Madness of the flashing eyes. Soon has the god changed his good fortune; soon will his children breathe their last, slain by a father's hand. Amphitryon within Ah me! alas! Chorus O Zeus, unjust Vengeance, mad, relentless, will soon give your childless son up to misery. Amphitryon within Alas, O house! Chorus The dance begins without the cymbals' crash, with no glad waving of the wine-god's staff— Amphitryon within Woe to these halls! Chorus Toward bloodshed, and not to pour libations of Dionysus' grape. Amphitryon within O children, make haste to fly! Chorus That is the chant of death, of
Euripides, Heracles (ed. E. P. Coleridge), line 1016 (search)
Chorus That murder wrought by the daughters of Danaus, which the rock of Argos keeps, was once the most famous and notorious in Hellas; but this has surpassed, has outrun those former horrors . . . for the unhappy son of Zeus. I could tell of the murder done by Procne, mother of an only child, offered to the Muses; but you had three children, wretched parent, and all of them have you in your frenzy slain. Alas! What groans or wails, what funeral dirge, or dance of death am I to raise? Ah, ah! see, the bolted doors of the lofty palace are being rolled apart. Ah me! see the wretched children lying before their unhappy father, who is sunk in dreadful slumber after shedding their blood. Round him are bonds and cords, made fast with many knots about the body of Heracles, and lashed to the stone columns of his house.
Euripides, Heracles (ed. E. P. Coleridge), line 1214 (search)
ind another more afflicted? Theseus Your misfortunes reach from earth to heaven. Heracles Therefore I am resolved on death. Theseus Do you suppose the gods attend to your threats? Heracles The god has been remorseless to me; so I will be the same to the gods. Theseus Hush! lest your presumption add to your sufferings. Heracles My ship is freighted full with sorrow; there is no room to stow anything further. Theseus What will you do? Where is your fury drifting you? Heracles I will die and return to that world below from which I have just come. Theseus Such language is fit for any common fellow. Heracles Ah! yours is the advice of one outside sorrow. Theseus Are these indeed the words of Heracles, the much-enduring? Heracles Though never so much as this. Endurance must have a limit. Theseus Is this the benefactor and great friend to mortals? Heracles Mortals bring no help to me; no! Hera has her way. Theseus Never would Hellas allow you to die through sheer perversity.
Euripides, Heracles (ed. E. P. Coleridge), line 1294 (search)
, impious life? So let that noble wife of Zeus dance, beating her foot in its shoe; for now has she worked her heart's desire in utterly confounding the first of Hellas' sons. Who would pray to such a goddess? Her jealousy of Zeus for his love of a woman has destroyed the benefactors of Hellas, guiltless though they were. ChoruHellas, guiltless though they were. Chorus Leader This is the work of none other of the gods than the wife of Zeus; you are right in that surmise. Theseus I cannot counsel you . . . rather than to go on suffering. There is not a man alive that has wholly escaped misfortune's taint, nor any god either, if what poets sing is true. Have they not intermarried in ways that s, the whole city of Athens shall exalt your honor with sacrifices and a monument of stone. For it is a noble crown of a good reputation for citizens to win from Hellas, by helping a man of worth. This is the return that I will make you for saving me, for now you are in need of friends. But when the gods honor a man, he has no ne
Euripides, Heracles (ed. E. P. Coleridge), line 1340 (search)
us advantage from a father. You too, unhappy wife, this hand has slain, a poor return to make you for preserving the honor of my bed so safely, for all the weary watch you long have kept within my house. Alas for you, my wife, my sons! alas for me, how sad my lot, cut off from wife and child! Ah! these kisses, bitter-sweet! these weapons which it is pain to own! I am not sure whether to keep or let them go; dangling at my side they thus will say, “With us you destroyed children and wife; we are your children's slayers, and you keep us.” Shall I carry them after that? what answer can I make? Yet, am I to strip myself of these weapons, the comrades of my glorious career in Hellas, and put myself in the power of my foes, to die a death of shame? No! I must not let them go, but keep them, though it grieves me. In one thing, Theseus, help my misery; come to Argos and help me to manage the conveyance of the wretched dog; lest, if I go all alone, my sorrow for my sons may do me some hu