Euripides, The Suppliant Maidens, E. P. Coleridge (Translator), 1159

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Children

The weight of grief I have to bear hath crushed me utterly.

Chorus

Come, let me clasp the ashes of my son to my bosom.
1160

Children

I weep to hear that piteous word; it stabs me to the heart.

Chorus

My child, thou art undone; no more shall I behold thee, thy own fond mother’s treasure.

The Suppliant Maidens. Euripides. E. P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.

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Current edition Perseus

The Suppliants (English) (Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Vol. I. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1906.)

Editions (1)

Ἱκέτιδες Perseus (Euripides. Euripidis Fabulae, Vol. II. Murray, Gilbert, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1913. (Reprinted 1921-1962)) — 1159 focus

Παῖδες

— ἔχω τοσόνδε βάρος ὅσον μʼ ἀπώλεσεν.

Χορός

— φέρʼ, ἀμφὶ μαστὸν ὑποβάλω φίλαν σποδόν.
1160

Παῖδες

— ἔκλαυσα τόδε κλύων ἔπος

στυγνότατον· ἔθιγέ μου φρενῶν.

Χορός

— ὦ τέκνον, ἔβας· οὐκέτι φίλον

φίλας ἄγαλμʼ ὄψομαί σε ματρός.

Translations (2)

The Supplicants (OCR draft) Experimental (The Supplicants. Robert Potter's English verse translation, first published in 1781–1783; text from the 1808 Oxford printing.)

No corresponding passage available

German (J. J. C. Donner, 1852; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (Euripides. Deutsch in den Versmaßen der Urschrift. Volume 3, Heidelberg: C. F. Winter, 1852. Harvard OCR compared with an independent BSB copy. Native Donner verse citations, Murray reference cards, explicitly located notes and page facsimiles. Unresolved OCR, verse divisions, unlocated notes and printed errata are documented in the source review.) — 1159 focus

Euripides The Suppliant Maidens 1159

E. P. Coleridge (Translator)

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Children

The weight of grief I have to bear hath crushed me utterly.

Chorus

Come, let me clasp the ashes of my son to my bosom.
1160

Children

I weep to hear that piteous word; it stabs me to the heart.

Chorus

My child, thou art undone; no more shall I behold thee, thy own fond mother’s treasure.

Current edition Perseus

Παῖδες

— ἔχω τοσόνδε βάρος ὅσον μʼ ἀπώλεσεν.

Χορός

— φέρʼ, ἀμφὶ μαστὸν ὑποβάλω φίλαν σποδόν.
1160

Παῖδες

— ἔκλαυσα τόδε κλύων ἔπος

στυγνότατον· ἔθιγέ μου φρενῶν.

Χορός

— ὦ τέκνον, ἔβας· οὐκέτι φίλον

φίλας ἄγαλμʼ ὄψομαί σε ματρός.

Was mich gemordet, trag' ich hier, die kleine Last.

Gib, bergen will ich seinen Staub an meiner Brust!
1145

Der Knabe.

Ich weine: dieses Trauerwort,

Es traf, durchbohrte mir das Herz.

Der Chor.

Du scheidest, o Kind: die Mutter erblickt¹

Dein holdes, holdes Bild niemals wieder!

Theseus.

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Children The weight of grief I have to bear hath crushed me utterly.

Chorus Come, let me clasp the ashes of my son to my bosom. 1160

Children I weep to hear that piteous word; it stabs me to the heart.

Chorus My child, thou art undone; no more shall I behold thee, thy own fond mother’s treasure.

Current edition Perseus

Παῖδες — ἔχω τοσόνδε βάρος ὅσον μʼ ἀπώλεσεν.

Χορός — φέρʼ, ἀμφὶ μαστὸν ὑποβάλω φίλαν σποδόν. 1160

Παῖδες — ἔκλαυσα τόδε κλύων ἔπος στυγνότατον· ἔθιγέ μου φρενῶν.

Χορός — ὦ τέκνον, ἔβας· οὐκέτι φίλον φίλας ἄγαλμʼ ὄψομαί σε ματρός.

Was mich gemordet, trag' ich hier, die kleine Last. Gib, bergen will ich seinen Staub an meiner Brust! 1145

Der Knabe. Ich weine: dieses Trauerwort, Es traf, durchbohrte mir das Herz.

Der Chor. Du scheidest, o Kind: die Mutter erblickt 1 Dein holdes, holdes Bild niemals wieder!

Theseus.

Stable identifiers

Children

The weight of grief I have to bear hath crushed me utterly.

Chorus

Come, let me clasp the ashes of my son to my bosom.
1160

Children

I weep to hear that piteous word; it stabs me to the heart.

Chorus

My child, thou art undone; no more shall I behold thee, thy own fond mother’s treasure.

Παῖδες

— ἔχω τοσόνδε βάρος ὅσον μʼ ἀπώλεσεν.

Χορός

— φέρʼ, ἀμφὶ μαστὸν ὑποβάλω φίλαν σποδόν.
1160

Παῖδες

— ἔκλαυσα τόδε κλύων ἔπος

στυγνότατον· ἔθιγέ μου φρενῶν.

Χορός

— ὦ τέκνον, ἔβας· οὐκέτι φίλον

φίλας ἄγαλμʼ ὄψομαί σε ματρός.

Was mich gemordet, trag' ich hier, die kleine Last.

Gib, bergen will ich seinen Staub an meiner Brust!
1145

Der Knabe.

Ich weine: dieses Trauerwort,

Es traf, durchbohrte mir das Herz.

Der Chor.

Du scheidest, o Kind: die Mutter erblickt¹

Dein holdes, holdes Bild niemals wieder!