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

Protect thy left with its streaming mane,

Nor do its savage teeth surround1935

Thy head. Thy quiver with its darts

Thou hast given away, and a weaker hand

Will aim thy bow. Alas, my son,

Unarmed through the shades thou tak'st thy way;

And with the shades shalt thou dwell for aye.

The Voice of Hercules [sounding from heaven]: Why, since I hold the starry realms of sky,1940

And have at last attained a heavenly seat,

Dost thou by wailing bid me feel again