Hippolytus
sung
[1370]
Oh! Oh! And now the pain, the pain, comes over me. Let me go, wretched man that I am, and may death come to me as healer. Kill me, kill the wretch
[1375]
that I am! I long for a two-edged blade to cut my life in two and lay it to rest. O wretched curse of my father! Some bloodstained calamity within the family,
[1380]
committed by ancestors long dead, breaks forth and does not stay, and it has come against me. Why when I am guiltless of no wrong? Alas!
[1385]
What am I to say? How get my life clear of the pain of this disaster? O that the dark compulsion of death's night would lay me, wretched man, to rest!
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Euripides. Euripides, with an English translation by David Kovacs. Cambridge. Harvard University Press. forthcoming.
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