Theseus
sung
What misery is mine! I have suffered, luckless one, the greatest of my woes. O fate, how heavily you have fallen upon me and upon my house,
[820]
an unknown taint sent upon me by baneful powers! No, it is the very destruction of my life! Unhappy woman, I look upon a main of troubles so great I cannot swim out of them or cross the flood of this sorrow.
[826]
What is the name, poor woman, what is it, that I can rightly call your grievous fate? For you are gone from my hands like a bird, and have sped your swift leap to the house of Hades.
[830]
Alas! Alas! Terrible, terrible are my sufferings! I am reaping the stroke of the gods because of the sin of someone before me, someone in time now gone.