Adrastus
Behold this sea of troubles!
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Ah! hapless mothers.
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Chorus
Our nails have ploughed our cheeks in furrows, and o’er our heads have we strewn ashes.
Adrastus
Ah me! ah me! Oh that earth’s floor would swallow me,
or the whirlwind snatch me away, or Zeus’s flaming bolt descend upon my head!
830
Chorus
Bitter the marriages thou didst witness, bitter the oracle of Phoebus!
The curse of Oedipus, fraught with sorrow, after desolating
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his house, is come on thee.
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The Suppliant Maidens. Euripides. E. P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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