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Heracles
Oh oh! Wretch that I am! Oh, I am dying!
I perish; I can see the light no longer!
Alas, I understand my plight too well.
Go, child - your father is no longer living -
go call your brothers and your sisters here,
and call ill-starred Alcména, who in vain
was Zeus's wife, so that you all may learn
1150the oracles I know before I perish.
Hyllus
Your mother is not here, for she has gone
to make her home in Tiryns by the sea.
Some of your children went to live with her,
while others, you will find, now dwell in Thebes.
We who remain here, father, will attempt
to help you as we can, and do your bidding.
The Women of Trachis and Philoctetes. A new translation in verse by Robert Torrance. Houghton Mifflin. 1966.
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