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

A strange infection wastes Alcides' limbs;

And he who conquered every form of beast,

He, he, the victor is o'ercome with woe.

What wouldst thou further hear?

Deianira: All wretched souls

Are e'er in haste to know their miseries.

Come, tell, what present fate o'erhangs our house?755

O wretched, wretched house! Now, now indeed,

Am I a widow, exiled, fate-o'ercome.

Hyllus: Not thou alone dost weep for Hercules;