The Trachiniae Characters in the Play
[ Scene:- At Trachis, before the house of Heracles .
[ Hyllus comes in from the side. ]
[ Iole maintains her silence. ]
[ Exit Messenger , as Lichas Deianeira ]
[ Lichas enters from the house. ]
[ Lichas departs with the casket and Deianeira ]
[ Deianeira comes out of the house in agitation. ]
Deianeira Friends, how I fear that I may have gone too far in all that I have been doing just now!
[ Deianeira moves towards the house. ]
[ Deianeira goes in the house. ]
[ Exit Hyllus , into the house. ]
[ Enter Nurse , from the house. ]
[ Enter Hyllus and an Old Man Heracles ]
[ The attendants raise Heracles on the litter and move slowly off, as Hyllus Chorus ]
Chorus [singing]
strophe 1
See, maidens, how suddenly the divine word of the old prophecy hath come upon us, which said that, when the twelfth year should have run through its full tale of months, it should end the series of toils for the true-born son of Zeus! And that promise is wafted surely to its fulfilment. For how shall he who beholds not the light have toilsome servitude any more beyond the grave?
antistrophe 1
If a cloud of death is around him, and the doom wrought by the Centaur's craft is stinging his sides, where cleaves the venom which Thanatos begat and the gleaming serpent nourished, how can he look upon tomorrow's sun, - when that appalling Hydra-shape holds him in its grip, and those murderous goads, prepared by the wily words of black-haired Nessus, have started into fury, vexing him with tumultuous pain?
strophe 2
Of such things this hapless lady had no foreboding; but she saw great mischief swiftly coming on her home from the new marriage. Her own hand applied the remedy; but for the issues of a stranger's counsel, given at a fatal meeting, - for these, I ween, she makes despairing lament, shedding the tender dew of plenteous tears. And the coming fate foreshadows a great misfortune, contrived by guile.
antistrophe 2
Our streaming tears break forth: alas, a plague is upon him more piteous than any suffering that foemen ever brought upon that glorious hero.
Ah, thou dark steel of the spear foremost in battle, by whose might yonder bride was lately borne so swiftly from Oechalia's heights! But the Cyprian goddess, ministering in silence, hath been plainly proved the doer of these deeds.
Leader of One Semi-Chorus Is it fancy, or do I hear some cry of grief just passing through the house? What is this?
Leader of Other Semi-Chorus No uncertain sound, but a wail of anguish from within: the house hath some new trouble.
Leader of Whole Chorus And mark how sadly, with what a cloud upon her brow, that aged woman approaches, to give us tidings.