Chrysothemis
Her mind was sure disturbed.
My friends, or she would ne'er have talked so wildly.
How couldst thou think so rash an enterprise
Could e'er succeed, or how request my aid ?
Hast thou considered what thou art? )A woman, |
995
Weak and defenceless^ to thy foes unequal.
Fortune thou seest each hour flows in upon them,
Nor deigns to look on us. What hand shall deal
The fatal blow and pass unpunished for it ?
Take heed, my sistei", lest, thy counsel heard,
A heavier fate than what we now lament
1000
Fall on us both. What will our boasted fame
Avail us then? It is not death alone
We have to fear — to die is not the worst
Of human ills ; it is to wish for death
And be refused the boon. Consider well,
Ere we destroy ourselves and all our race.
1005
As they had ne'er been uttered, here they rest ;
Learn to be wise at last, and when thou knowst
I Resistance vain, submit to powers superior.
Electra. Sophocles. Thomas Francklin (Translator). London. 1758–1759.