am! Whither shall I turn? What can I do? Ah me!
OLD MAN (whispering)
Hush, my son! Rouse not the cruel pain that infuriates thy sire!
He lives, though prostrated. Oh, put a stern
restraint upon thy lips!
HYLLUS
How sayest thou, old man- is he alive?
OLD MAN (whispering)
Thou must not awake the
slumberer! Thou must not rouse and
revive the dread
frenzy that visits him, my son!
HYLLUS
Nay, I am crushed with this weight of misery- there is
madnessin my heart!
HERACLES (awaking)
O Zeus, to what land have I come? Who are these among whom I
lie, tortured with unending agonies? Wretched,
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wretched that I am! Oh,
that dire pest is gnawing me once more!
OLD MAN (to HYLLUS)
Knew I not how much better it was that thou shouldest keep
silence, instead of scaring
slumber from his brain and eyes?
HYLLUS
Nay, I cannot be patient when I behold this misery.
HERACLES
O thou Cenaean rock
whereon mine altars rose, what a cruel
reward hast thou won me for those fair offerings,- be Zeus my witness!
Ah, to what ruin hast thou brought me, to what ruin! Would that I
had never
beheld thee for thy sorrow! Then had I never come face to
face with this fiery
madness, which no spell can soothe! Where is
the charmer, where is the
cunning healer, save Zeus alone, that
shall lull this
plague to rest? I should
marvel, if he ever came
within my ken!
strophe 1
Ah!
Leave me,
hapless one, to my rest- leave me to my last rest!
strophe 2
Where art thou
touching me? Whither wouldst thou turn me? Thou
wilt kill me, thou wilt kill me! If there be any pang that
slumbers,
thou hast aroused it!
It hath seized me,- oh, the pest comes again!- Whence are ye, most
ungrateful of all the Greeks? I wore out my troublous days in
ridding Greece of pests, on the deep and in all forests; and now, when
I am
stricken, will no man succour me with
merciful fire of sword?
antistrophe 1
Oh, will no one come and sever the head, at one
fierce stroke,
from this
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wretched body? Woe, woe is me!
OLD MAN
Son of Heracles, this task exceeds my strength,- help thou,- for
strength is at thy command, too largely to need my aid in his relief.
HYLLUS
My hands are helping; but no
resource, in myself or from
another, avails me to make his life forget its anguish:- such is the
doom appointed by Zeus!
HERACLES
strophe 3
O my son, where art thou? Raise me,- take hold of me,- thus
thus! Alas, my destiny!
antistrophe 2
Again, again the cruel pest leaps forth to rend me, the
fierceplague with which none may cope!
O Pallas, Pallas, it tortures me again! Alas, my son, pity thy
sire,- draw a
blameless sword, and smite beneath my collar-bone, and
heal this pain
wherewith thy godless mother hath made me wild! So
may I see her fall,- thus, even thus, as she hath destroyed me!
antistrophe 3
Sweet Hades, brother of Zeus, give me rest, give me rest,- end
my woe by a swiftly-sped doom!
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
I
shudder, friends, to hear these sorrows of our lord; what a
man is here, and what
torments
afflict him!
HERACLES
Ah,
fierce full oft, and
grievous not in name alone, have been the
labours of these hands, the burdens borne upon these shoulders! But no
toil ever laid on me by the wife of Zeus or by the hateful
Eurystheus was like unto this thing which the daughter of Oeneus, fair
and false, hath fastened upon my back,- this woven net of the
Furies, in which I
perish! Glued to my sides, it hath eaten my flesh
to the inmost parts; it is ever with me, sucking the channels of my
breath; already it hath drained my fresh lifeblood, and my whole
body is wasted, a
captive to these unutterable bonds.
Not the
warrior on the battle-field, not the Giants' earth-born
host, nor the might of
savage beasts, hath ever done unto me thus,-
not Hellas, nor the land of the alien, nor any land to which I have
come as a
deliverer: no, a woman, a weak woman, born not to the
strength of man, all alone hath vanquished me, without stroke of sword
Son, show thyself my son indeed, and do not honour a mother's name
above a sire's: bring forth the woman that bare thee, and give her
with thine own hands into my hand, that I may know of a truth which
sight grieves thee most,- my tortured frame, or hers, when she suffers
her
righteous doom!
Go, my son,
shrink not- and show thy pity for me, whom many
might deem pitiful,- for me, moaning and
weeping like a girl;- and the
man lives not who can say that he ever saw me do thus before; no,
without complaining I still went whither mine evil fortune led. But
now, alas, the strong man hath been found a woman.
Approach, stand near thy sire, and see what a fate it is that hath
brought me to this pass; for I will lift the veil. Behold! Look, all
of you, on this
miserable body; see how
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wretched, how piteous is my
plight!
Ah, woe is me!
The burning throe of
torment is there anew, it darts through my
sides- I must
wrestle once more with that cruel, devouring
plague!
O thou lord of the dark realm, receive me! Smite me, O fire of
Zeus! Hurl down thy
thunderbolt, O King, send it, O father, upon my
head! For again the pest is consuming me; it hath blazed forth, it
hath started into fury! O hands, my hands, O shoulders and breast
and
trusty arms, ye, now in this
plight, are the same whose force of
old subdued the
dweller in Nemea, the
scourge of herdsmen, the lion, a
creature that no man might approach or
confront; ye tamed the Lernaean
Hydra, and that
monstrous host of double form, man joined to steed,
a race with whom none may
commune,
violent,
lawless, of surpassing
might; ye tamed the Erymanthian beast, and the three-headed whelp of
Hades
underground, a resistless
terror, offspring of the dread
Echidna; ye tamed the
dragon that guarded the golden fruit in the
utmost places of the earth.
These toils and
countless others have I proved, nor hath any man
vaunted a
triumph over my
prowess. But now, with joints unhinged and
with flesh torn to shreds, I have become the
miserable prey of an
unseen destroyer,- I, who am called the son of noblest mother,- I,
whose reputed sire is Zeus, lord of the
starry sky.
But ye may be sure of one thing:- though I am as
nought, though
I cannot move a step, yet she who hath done this deed shall feel my
heavy hand even now: let her but come, and she shall learn to proclaim
this message unto all, that in my death, as in my life, I chastised
the wicked!
LEADER
Ah,
hapless Greece, what
mourning do I forsee for her, if she must