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Theseus
sung
The tablet cries aloud, it cries things grievous. How shall I escape from the weight of my misfortunes? For I am utterly undone, such is the tune I in my wretchedness [880] have heard sung by the tablet! Chorus Leader
Alas! The word you utter is one that presages woe! Theseus
sung
No more shall I hold this ruinous bane, hard to send forth though it is, within the gates of my mouth! spoken in a loud voice, calling everyone in earshot to witness
Ho! City of Athens! Hear me! Bystanders enter quickly by Eisodos B and gather around.
[885] Hippolytus has dared to put his hand by force to my marriage-bed, dishonoring the holy eye of Zeus. But, father Poseidon, with one of the three curses you once promised me kill my son, and may he not live out [890] this day, if indeed you have granted me curses I may rely on.
Euripides. Euripides, with an English translation by David Kovacs. Cambridge. Harvard University Press. forthcoming.
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