NOTES ON HIPPOLYTUS
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Euripides and Buckley, Theodore Alois
THES. Ah me! my son, what dost thou, do to me unhappy?
HIPP. I perish, and do indeed see the gates of hell.
THES. What? leaving my mind uncleansed from thy blood?
HIPP. No in sooth, since I free thee from this murder.
THES. What sayest thou? dost thou remit me free from the guilt of blood?
HIPP. I call to witness Dian that slays with the bow.
THES. O most dear, how noble thou appearest to thy father!
HIPP. O farewell thou too, take my best farewell, my father!
THES. Oh me! for thy pious and brave soul!
HIPP. Pray to have legitimate sons like me.
THES. Do not, I prithee, leave me, my son, but be strong.
HIPP. My time of strength is past; for I perish, my father: but cover my face as quickly as possible with robes.
THES. O famous realms of Athens and of Pallas, of what a man will ye have been bereaved! Oh unhappy I! What abundant reason, Venus, shall I have to remember thy ills!
CHOR. This common grief to all the citizens hath come unexpectedly. There will be a fast falling of many tears; for the mournful stories of great men rather obtain.