Hip. I am a broken man; yes, I see the gates that close upon the dead.
The. Canst leave me thus with murder on my soul!
Hip. No, no; I set thee free from this bloodguiltiness.
The. What sayest thou? dost absolve me from bloodshed?
Hip. Artemis, the archer-queen, is my witness that I do.
The. My own dear child, how generous dost thou show thyself to thy father!
Hip. Farewell, dear father! a long farewell to thee!
The. O that holy, noble soul of thine!
Hip. Pray to have children such as me born in lawful wedlock.
The. O leave me not, my son; endure awhile.
Hip. 'Tis finished, my endurance; I die, father; quickly cover my face with a mantle.
The. O glorious Athens, realm of Pallas, what a splendid hero ye have lost! Ah me, ah me! How oft shall I remember thy evil work, O Cypris!
Cho. On all our citizens hath come this universal sorrow, unforeseen. Now shall the copious tear gush forth, for sad news about great men takes more than usual hold upon the heart.
