Hippolytus
Ah me! ah me! O the thrill of anguish shooting through me! Set me down, poor wretch I am; come Death to set me free! Kill me, end my sufferings.
1
1370
O for a sword two-edged to hack my flesh, and close this mortal life! Ill-fated curse of my father! the crimes of bloody kinsmen.
2
ancestors of old,
1375
now pass their boundaries and tarry not, and upon me are they come all guiltless as I am; ah! why? Alas, alas!
1380
what can I say? How from my life get rid of this relentless agony? O that the stern Death-god, night’s black visitant, would give my sufferings rest!
1385
Hippolytus. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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