Artemis from “Hippolytus”
Nay; thou hast done
A heavy wrong; yet even beyond this ill
Abides for thee forgiveness. ’Twas the will
Of Cypris that these evil things should be,
Sating her wrath. And this immutably
Hath Zeus ordained in heaven: no God may thwart
A God’s fixed will; we grieve but stand apart.
Else, but for fear of the Great Father’s blame,
Never had I to such extreme of shame
Bowed me, be sure, as here to stand and see
Slain him I loved best of mortality!
Thy fault, O King, its ignorance sunders wide
From very wickedness; and she who died
By death the more disarmed thee, making dumb
The voice of question. And the storm has come
Most bitterly of all on thee! Yet I
Have mine own sorrow, too. When good men die,
There is no joy in heaven, albeit our ire
On child and house of the evil falls like fire.
c. 480–406 BC
Translated by Gilbert Murray
Further reading: Hippolytus of Euripides (The Pennsylvania State University)