Chorus
What evils thou hast suffered, what sorrows thou hast seen, thou poor old man!
what shall be thy life hereafter?
1215
Peleus
Childless, desolate, with no limit to my grief, I must drain the cup of woe, until I die.
Chorus
’Twas all in vain the gods wished thee joy on thy wedding day.
1
Peleus
All my hopes have flown away,
fallen short of my high boasts.
1220
Chorus
A lonely dweller in a lonely home art thou.
Peleus
I have no city any longer;
2
there! on the ground my sceptre do I cast; and thou, daughter of Nereus, neath thy dim grotto,
shalt see me grovelling in the dust,
3
a ruined king.
1225
Andromache. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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