Chorus
she was wasting on the bed of sickness, pent within her house, a thin veil o’ershadowing her head of golden hair.
And this is the third day I hear that she hath closed her lovely lips and denied her chaste body all sustenance, eager to hide her suffering
135
and reach death’s cheerless bourn.
140
Hippolytus. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
Sponsored by Perseus Project, Tufts University.
Funding provided by Tufts University.