the Tyrians and the whole force of my people at my back, 30
dragging those whom it was so hard to uproot from their
Sidonian home again into the deep, and bidding them
spread sail to the winds? No!—die the death you have
merited, and let the sword put your sorrow to flight.
You, sister, are the cause; overmastered by my tears, 35
you heap this deadly fuel on my flame, and fling me upon
nay enemy. Why could I not forswear wedlock, and live
an unblamed life in savage freedom, nor meddle with
troubles like these? Why did I not keep the faith I