Creusa
Creusa
O my soul, how shall I be silent?
[860]
But how shall I reveal the hidden bed, and depart from shame? What hindrance is still in my way?Against whom am I set in a contest of virtue? Is not my husband my betrayer,
[865]
and I am deprived of a house, deprived of children; the hopes are gone which I wished to arrange well but could not, when I was silent on this union, silent on the lamented birth.
[870]
But, by the starry throne of Zeus, and by the goddess high above my rocks, by the sacred headland of Triton's watery lake, I will no longer conceal this bed, so that
[875]
I may cast off this load from my breast and be at ease. Tears fall from my eyes, my soul is in pain, victim of plots by men, by gods, whom I will show to be
[880]
ungrateful betrayers of the beds they forced.