Euripides -- Translations into English; Mythology, Greek -- Drama
NUR. I have tried every thing, and have made no further advances. I will
not however abate even now from my zeal, so that you being present may bear
witness with me, how I behave to my mistress when in calamity--Come, dear
child, let us both forget our former conversations; and be both thou more
mild, having smoothed that contracted brow, and altered the bent of your
design; and I giving up that wherein I did not do right to follow thee,
will have recourse to other better words. And if indeed you are ill with
any of those maladies that are not to be mentioned, these women here can
allay the disease: but if it may be related to men, tell it, that the thing
may be mentioned to physicians.--Well! why art thou silent? It doth not
behoove thee to be silent, my child, but either shouldst thou convict me,
if aught I say amiss, or yield to words well spoken.--Say something--look
hither--O wretch that I am! Ladies, in vain do we undergo these toils,
while we are as far off from our purpose as before: for neither then was
she softened by our words, nor now does she give heed to us. Still however
know (now then be more obstinate than the sea) that, if thou shalt die,
thou wilt betray thy children, who will have no share in their paternal
mansion. I swear by the warlike queen the Amazon, who brought forth a lord
over thy children, base-born yet of noble sentiments, thou knowest him
well, Hippolytus.
PHÆ. Ah me!
NUR. This touches thee.
PHÆ. You have destroyed me, nurse, and by the Gods I entreat thee
henceforth to be silent with respect to this man.
NUR. Do you see? you judge well indeed, but judging well you are not
willing both to assist your children and to save your own life.
PHÆ. I love my children; but I am wintering in the storm of another
misfortune.
NUR. You have your hands, my child, pure from blood.
PHÆ. My hands are pure, but my mind has some pollution.
NUR. What! from some calamity brought on you by any of your enemies?
PHÆ. A friend destroys me against my will, himself unwilling.
NUR. Has Theseus sinned any sin against thee?
PHÆ. Would that I never be discovered to have injured him.
NUR. What then this dreadful thing that impels thee to die?
PHÆ. Suffer me to err, for against thee I err not.
NUR. Not willingly [dost thou do so,] but 'tis through thee that I shall
perish.[10]
PHÆ. What are you doing? you oppress me, hanging on me with your hand.
NUR. And never will I let go these knees.
PHÆ. Ills to thyself wilt thou hear, O wretched woman, if thou shalt hear
these ills.
NUR. [Still will I cling:] for what greater evil can befall me than to lose
thee?
PHÆ. You will be undone.[11] The thing however brings honor to me.
NUR. And dost thou then hide what is useful, when I beseech thee?
PHÆ. _Yes_, for from base things we devise things noble.
NUR. Wilt not thou, then, appear more noble by telling it?
PHÆ. Depart, by the Gods, and let go my hand!
NUR. No in sooth, since thou givest me not the boon that were right.
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