Chorus
Woe unto us! Here is yet another evil in the train by heaven sent. Looking to what has happened, I should count my lot in life no longer worth one’s while to gain.
1
My master’s house,
alas! is ruined, brought to naught, I say.
2
Spare it, O Heaven, if it may be. Hearken to my prayer, for I see, as with prophetic eye, an omen boding mischief.
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Hippolytus. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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