Heracles
- 1389
O land of Cadmus, and all you people of Thebes!
- 1390
cut off your hair, and mourn with me; go to my children’s burial, and with one dirge lament us all, the dead and me; for on all of us has Hera inflicted the same cruel blow of destruction.
- 1394
Rise, unhappy man! you have had your fill of tears.
- 1395
I cannot rise; my limbs are rooted here.
- 1396
Yes, even the strong are overthrown by misfortunes.
- 1397
Ah! Would I could become a stone upon this spot, oblivious of trouble.
- 1398
Peace! give your hand to a friend and helper.
- 1399
No, let me not wipe off the blood upon your robe.
- 1400
Wipe it off and spare not; I will not refuse you.
- 1401
Bereft of my own sons, I find you as a son to me.
- 1402
Throw your arm about my neck; I will be your guide.
- 1403
A pair of friends indeed, but one a man of sorrows. Ah! aged father, this is the kind of man to make a friend.
- 1405
Blessed in her sons, the country that gave him birth!
- 1406
Theseus, turn me back again to see my children.
- 1407
What for? Do you think to find a drug in this to soothe your soul?
- 1408
I long to do so, and would embrace my father.
- 1409
Here am I, my son; your wish is no less dear to me.
- 1410
Have you so short a memory for your troubles?
- 1411
All that I endured before was easier to bear than this.
- 1412
If anyone sees you play the woman, they will scoff.
- 1413
Have I by living grown so abject in your sight? It was not so once, I think.
- 1414
Yes, too much so; in your sickness you are not the glorious Heracles.
- 1415
What about you? What kind of hero were you when in trouble in the world below?
- 1416
I was worse than anyone as far as courage went.
- 1417
How then can you say of me, that I am abased by my troubles?
- 1418
Forward!
- 1418b
Farewell, my aged father!
- 1418c
Farewell to you, my son!
- 1419
Bury my children as I said.
- 1419b
But who will bury me, my son?
- 1420
I will.
- 1420b
When wil you come?
- 1420c
After you have buried my children.
- 1421
How?
- 1421b
I will fetch you from Thebes to Athens. But carry my children within, a grievous burden to the earth. And I, after ruining my house by deeds of shame, will follow as a little boat in the wake of Theseus, a total wreck.
- 1425
Whoever prefers wealth or might to the possession of good friends, thinks wrongly.
- 1427
With grief and many a bitter tear we go our way, robbed of all we prized most dearly.
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