Lichas
My honour'd mistress, since I see thee moved
By soft humanity, and not unlearn'd
In human nature, I no more will hide
Aught from thy knowledge, but disclose the truth.
It is as this man said; with love of her
Was Hercules inflamed; and for her sake
Her father's realm, Echalia, by the spear
Was wasted wide. These things (for of my lord
Thus I must speak) he gave me not in charge
To hide, nor were they by himself disown'd:
This fault was mine, if it be deem'd a fault;
For I was fearful, lady, lest thy breast
By tidings so unwelcome I should wound.
And now, since all the truth to thee is known,
For his sake, for thine own, with kindness treat
This woman; be thy promised courtesy
Confirm'd; for he, who glorious in his might
Triumph'd o'er all, is by her love subdued.
Trachiniae. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.