Euripides -- Translations into English; Mythology, Greek -- Drama
CHOR. I know, having heard of it before; but say whose youthful children
you are leading in your hand.
IOL. These, O strangers, are the sons of Hercules, who are come as
suppliants of you and the city.
CHOR. What do ye seek? or, tell me, is it wanting to have speech of the
city?
IOL. Not to be given up, and not to go to Argos, being dragged from your
Gods by force.
COP. But this will not be sufficient for your masters, who, having power
over you, find you here.
CHOR. It is right, O stranger, to reverence the suppliants of the Gods, and
not for you to leave by violent hands the habitations of the deities, for
venerable Justice will not suffer this.
COP. Send now Eurystheus's subjects out of this land, and I will not use
this hand violently.
CHOR. It is impious for a state to reject the suppliant prayer of
strangers.
COP. But it is good to have one's foot out of trouble, being possessed of
the better counsel.
CHOR. You should then have dared this, having spoken to the king of this
land, but you should not drag strangers away from the Gods by force, if you
respect a free land.
COP. But who is king of this country and city?
CHOR. Demophoon, the son of Theseus, of a noble father.
COP. With him, then, the contest of this argument had best be; all else is
spoken in vain.
CHOR. And indeed hither he comes in haste, and Acamas, his brother, to hear
these words.
DEMOPHOON. Since you, being an old man, have anticipated us, who are
younger, in running to this hearth of Jove, say what hap collects this
multitude here.
CHOR. These sons of Hercules sit here as suppliants, having crowned the
altar, as you see. O king, and Iolaus, the faithful companion of their
father.
DE. Why then did this chance occasion clamors?
CHOR. This man caused the noise, seeking to lead him by force from this
hearth; and he tripped up the legs of the old man, so that I shed the tear
for pity.
DE. And indeed he has a Grecian robe and style of dress; but these are the
doings of a barbarian hand; it is for you then to tell me, and not to
delay, leaving the confines of what land you are come hither.
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