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Theseus
This letter loudly tells a hideous tale! where can I escape my load of woe? For I am ruined and undone, so awful are the words I find here written clear
as if she cried them to me; woe is me!
880
This letter loudly tells a hideous tale! where can I escape my load of woe? For I am ruined and undone, so awful are the words I find here written clear
as if she cried them to me; woe is me!
880
Chorus
Alas! thy words declare themselves the harbingers of woe.
Alas! thy words declare themselves the harbingers of woe.
Theseus
I can no longer keep the cursed tale within the portal of my lips, cruel though its utterance be. Ah me!
Hippolytus hath dared by brutal force to violate my honour, recking naught of Zeus, whose awful eye is over all. O father Poseidon, once didst thou promise to fulfil three prayers of mine ; answer one of these and slay my son, let him not escape this single day,
885
if the prayers thou gavest me were indeed with issue fraught.
890
I can no longer keep the cursed tale within the portal of my lips, cruel though its utterance be. Ah me!
Hippolytus hath dared by brutal force to violate my honour, recking naught of Zeus, whose awful eye is over all. O father Poseidon, once didst thou promise to fulfil three prayers of mine ; answer one of these and slay my son, let him not escape this single day,
885
if the prayers thou gavest me were indeed with issue fraught.
890
Hippolytus. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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