Nurse
But as fear her love alarms,
When now the royal dame with dread
Beholds a rival to her nuptial bed,
Confiding in these fatal charms
She thoughtless is ensnared with hostile wiles,
Whilst hope to win her lord her heart beguiles.
Now the ruin she deplores,
Now the tear of anguish pours;
For fate advancing all the treachery shows,
Whence this mighty mischief flows.
Forth hath burst the fount of tears.
The pest is spread. From all my foes
Never on thee, Alcides, fell such woes
To rouse dejected pity's fears.
Alas the illustrious hero's fatal spear,
That flamed terrific in the front of war!
From Echalia's summit hoar
This the captive virgin bore:
The deed declares Idalia's sportive queen,
Acting silent and unseen.
Trachiniae. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.