Euripides' PHOENISSAE Complete

Translated by E. Coleridge.

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Creon: Of sons slain by the self-same fate.

Leader: A tale to make it weep, were it endowed with sense.

Creon: Oh! most grievous stroke of fate! woe is me for my sorrows!
woe!

Messenger: Woe indeed! didst thou but know the sorrows still to tell.

Creon: How can they be more hard to bear than these?

Messenger: With her two sons thy sister has sought her death.

Chorus: (chanting) Loudly, loudly raise the wail, and with white
hands smite upon your heads!

Creon: Ah! woe is thee, Jocasta! what an end to life and marriage
hast thou found the riddling of the Sphinx! But tell me how her two
sons wrought the bloody deed, the struggle caused by the curse of
Oedipus.

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