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Chorus
But lo! I see a servant of Hippolytus hasting with troubled looks towards the palace.
But lo! I see a servant of Hippolytus hasting with troubled looks towards the palace.
Messenger
Ladies,
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where may I find Theseus, king of the country? pray, tell me if
ye know; is he within the palace here?
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Ladies,
1
where may I find Theseus, king of the country? pray, tell me if
ye know; is he within the palace here?
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Chorus
Lo! himself approaches from the palace.
Lo! himself approaches from the palace.
Messenger
Theseus, I am the bearer of troublous tidings to thee and all citizens who dwell in Athens or the bounds of Troezen.
Theseus, I am the bearer of troublous tidings to thee and all citizens who dwell in Athens or the bounds of Troezen.
Theseus
How now? hath some strange calamity overtaken these two neighbouring cities?
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How now? hath some strange calamity overtaken these two neighbouring cities?
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Messenger
In one brief word, Hippolytus is dead. ’Tis true one slender thread still links him to the light of life.
In one brief word, Hippolytus is dead. ’Tis true one slender thread still links him to the light of life.
Theseus
Who slew him? Did some husband come to blows with him,
one whose wife, like mine, had suffered brutal violence?
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Who slew him? Did some husband come to blows with him,
one whose wife, like mine, had suffered brutal violence?
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Messenger
He perished through those steeds that drew his chariot, and through the curses thou didst utter, praying to thy sire, the ocean-king, to slay thy son.
He perished through those steeds that drew his chariot, and through the curses thou didst utter, praying to thy sire, the ocean-king, to slay thy son.
Theseus
Ye gods and king Poseidon, thou hast proved my parentage
by hearkening to my prayer! Say how he perished; how fell the uplifted hand of Justice to smite the villain who dishonoured me?
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Ye gods and king Poseidon, thou hast proved my parentage
by hearkening to my prayer! Say how he perished; how fell the uplifted hand of Justice to smite the villain who dishonoured me?
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Messenger
Hard by the wave-beat shore were we combing out his horses’ manes,
weeping the while, for one had come to say that Hippolytus was harshly exiled by thee and nevermore would return to set foot in this land. Then came he, telling the same doleful tale to us upon the beach, and with him was a countless throng
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of friends who followed after. At length he stayed his lamentation and spake:
Why weakly rave on this wise? My father’s commands must be obeyed. Ho! servants, harness my horses to the chariot; this is no longer now city of mine.
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Thereupon each one of us bestirred himself, and, ere a man could say ’twas done, we had the horses standing ready at our master’s side. Then he caught up the reins from the chariot-rail, first fitting his feet
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exactly in the hollows made for them.
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But first with outspread palms he called upon the gods,
O Zeus, now strike me dead, if I have sinned, and let my father learn how he is wronging me, in death at least, if not in life.
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Therewith he seized the whip and lashed
each horse in turn; while we, close by his chariot, near the reins, kept up with him along the road that leads direct to Argos and Epidaurus.
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And just as we were coming to a desert spot, a strip of sand beyond the borders of this country,
sloping right to the Saronic gulf, there issued thence a deep rumbling sound, as it were an earthquake, a fearsome noise, and the horses reared their heads and pricked their ears, while we were filled with wild alarm
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to know whence came the sound; when, as we gazed toward the wave-beat shore, a wave tremendous we beheld towering to the skies, so that from our view the cliffs of Scirori vanished, for it hid the isthmus and the rock of Asclepius;
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then swelling and frothing with a crest of foam, the sea discharged it toward the beach where stood the harnessed car, and in the moment that it broke, that mighty wall of waters, there issued from the wave a monstrous bull,
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whose bellowing filled the land with fearsome echoes, a sight too awful as it seemed to us who witnessed it. A panic seized the horses there and then, but our master, to horses’ ways quite used,
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gripped in both hands his reins, and tying them to his body pulled them backward as the sailor pulls his oar; but the horses gnashed the forged bits between their teeth and bore him wildly on, regardless of their master’s guiding hand
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or rein or jointed car. And oft as he would take the guiding rein and steer for softer ground, showed that bull in front to turn him back again, maddening his team with terror;
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but if in their frantic career they ran towards the rocks, he would draw nigh the chariot-rail, keeping up with them, until, suddenly dashing the wheel against a stone, he upset and wrecked the car; then was dire confusion,
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axle-boxes and linchpins springing into the air. While he, poor youth, entangled in the reins was dragged along, bound by a stubborn knot, his poor head dashed against the rocks, his flesh all torn, the while he cried out piteously,
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Stay, stay, my horses whom my own hand hath fed at the manger, destroy me not utterly. O luckless curse of a father! Will no one come and save me for all my virtue?
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Now we, though much we longed to help, were left far behind. At last, I know not how, he broke loose
from the shapely reins that bound him, a faint breath of life still in him; but the horses disappeared, and that portentous bull, among the rocky ground, I know not where.
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I am but a slave in thy house, ’tis true, O king,
yet will I never believe so monstrous a charge against thy son’s character, no! not though the whole race of womankind should hang itself, or one should fill with writing every pine-tree tablet grown on Ida, sure as I am of his uprightness.
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Hard by the wave-beat shore were we combing out his horses’ manes,
weeping the while, for one had come to say that Hippolytus was harshly exiled by thee and nevermore would return to set foot in this land. Then came he, telling the same doleful tale to us upon the beach, and with him was a countless throng
1175
of friends who followed after. At length he stayed his lamentation and spake:
Why weakly rave on this wise? My father’s commands must be obeyed. Ho! servants, harness my horses to the chariot; this is no longer now city of mine.
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Thereupon each one of us bestirred himself, and, ere a man could say ’twas done, we had the horses standing ready at our master’s side. Then he caught up the reins from the chariot-rail, first fitting his feet
2
exactly in the hollows made for them.
1185
But first with outspread palms he called upon the gods,
O Zeus, now strike me dead, if I have sinned, and let my father learn how he is wronging me, in death at least, if not in life.
1190
Therewith he seized the whip and lashed
each horse in turn; while we, close by his chariot, near the reins, kept up with him along the road that leads direct to Argos and Epidaurus.
1195
And just as we were coming to a desert spot, a strip of sand beyond the borders of this country,
sloping right to the Saronic gulf, there issued thence a deep rumbling sound, as it were an earthquake, a fearsome noise, and the horses reared their heads and pricked their ears, while we were filled with wild alarm
1200
to know whence came the sound; when, as we gazed toward the wave-beat shore, a wave tremendous we beheld towering to the skies, so that from our view the cliffs of Scirori vanished, for it hid the isthmus and the rock of Asclepius;
1205
then swelling and frothing with a crest of foam, the sea discharged it toward the beach where stood the harnessed car, and in the moment that it broke, that mighty wall of waters, there issued from the wave a monstrous bull,
1210
whose bellowing filled the land with fearsome echoes, a sight too awful as it seemed to us who witnessed it. A panic seized the horses there and then, but our master, to horses’ ways quite used,
1215
gripped in both hands his reins, and tying them to his body pulled them backward as the sailor pulls his oar; but the horses gnashed the forged bits between their teeth and bore him wildly on, regardless of their master’s guiding hand
1220
or rein or jointed car. And oft as he would take the guiding rein and steer for softer ground, showed that bull in front to turn him back again, maddening his team with terror;
1225
but if in their frantic career they ran towards the rocks, he would draw nigh the chariot-rail, keeping up with them, until, suddenly dashing the wheel against a stone, he upset and wrecked the car; then was dire confusion,
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axle-boxes and linchpins springing into the air. While he, poor youth, entangled in the reins was dragged along, bound by a stubborn knot, his poor head dashed against the rocks, his flesh all torn, the while he cried out piteously,
1235
Stay, stay, my horses whom my own hand hath fed at the manger, destroy me not utterly. O luckless curse of a father! Will no one come and save me for all my virtue?
1240
Now we, though much we longed to help, were left far behind. At last, I know not how, he broke loose
from the shapely reins that bound him, a faint breath of life still in him; but the horses disappeared, and that portentous bull, among the rocky ground, I know not where.
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I am but a slave in thy house, ’tis true, O king,
yet will I never believe so monstrous a charge against thy son’s character, no! not though the whole race of womankind should hang itself, or one should fill with writing every pine-tree tablet grown on Ida, sure as I am of his uprightness.
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Chorus
Alas! new troubles come to plague us, nor is there any escape from fate and necessity.
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Alas! new troubles come to plague us, nor is there any escape from fate and necessity.
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Theseus
My hatred for him who hath thus suffered made me glad at thy tidings, yet from regard for the gods and him, because he is my son,
I feel neither joy nor sorrow at his sufferings.
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My hatred for him who hath thus suffered made me glad at thy tidings, yet from regard for the gods and him, because he is my son,
I feel neither joy nor sorrow at his sufferings.
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Messenger
But say, are we to bring the victim hither, or how are we to fulfil thy wishes? Bethink thee; if by me thou wilt be schooled, thou wilt not harshly treat thy son in his sad plight.
But say, are we to bring the victim hither, or how are we to fulfil thy wishes? Bethink thee; if by me thou wilt be schooled, thou wilt not harshly treat thy son in his sad plight.
Theseus
Bring him hither, that when I see him face to face, who hath denied having polluted my wife’s honour, I may by words and heaven’s visitation convict him.
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Bring him hither, that when I see him face to face, who hath denied having polluted my wife’s honour, I may by words and heaven’s visitation convict him.
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Hippolytus. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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