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

Far off beneath the eastern sky:

"See there, my child, our Trojan ashes glow,

Where wreathing smoke in murky clouds

The distant, dim horizon shrouds;

And by that sign alone our land we know."1055

FOOTNOTES:

[50] Reading, haud regibus.

ACT V

Messenger [entering]: Oh, cruel fate, Oh, piteous, horrible!

What sight so fell and bloody have we seen