Chorus
beholding the bitter tears which spring to my eyes
and my old wrinkled skin torn by my hands; for what can I do else? who never laid out my children dead within my halls, nor now behold their tombs heaped up with earth.
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The Suppliant Maidens. Euripides. E. P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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