The Tragedies of Seneca / Translated into English Verse, to Which Have Been Appended Comparative Analyses of the Corresponding Greek and Roman Plays, and a Mythological Index

by Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Dark Taenara and Pluto fell,

And Cerberus, grim guard of hell—

All these but empty rumors seem,405

The pictures of a troubled dream.

Where then will the departed spirit dwell?

Let those who never came to being tell.

ACT III

[Enter Andromache, leading the little Astyanax.]

Andromache: What do ye here, sad throng of Phrygian dames?

Why tear your hair and beat your wretched breasts?410