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Oh oh!
Let me now, let me now finish my anguish,
let me sleep for the last time!
Why do you touch me? Where will you move me?
You are killing me, killing me!
You have wakened the pain that was quiet.
1010Now it has seized me - ah ah! - it is coming upon me: where are you,
Greeks, most ungrateful of men, for whom so long I have labored,
toiling far on the sea and deep in the forest to cleanse you
of many plagues - oh oh, I perish! - and now, in my illness,
will you not bring me fire or a spear, and turn them upon me?
Oh oh!
Is no one willing to strike off my head
from my loathsome body? Ah ah!
The Women of Trachis and Philoctetes. A new translation in verse by Robert Torrance. Houghton Mifflin. 1966.
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