Dues tragèdies de Sèneca: Medea i Les troianes

Titan, dividing bright day to the world; 5 And thou three-formed Hecate, who dost shed Thy conscious splendor on the hidden rites! Ye by whom Jason plighted me his troth; And ye Medea rather should invoke: Chaos of night eternal; realm opposed 10 To the celestial powers; abandoned souls; Queen of the dusky realm; Persephone By better faith betrayed; you I invoke, But with no happy voice. Approach, approach, Avenging goddesses with snaky hair, 15 Holding in blood-stained hands your sulphurous torch! Come now as horrible as when of yore Ye stood beside my marriage-bed; bring death To the new bride, and to the royal seed, And Creon; worse for Jason I would ask-- 20 Life! Let him roam in fear through unknown lands, An exile, hated, poor, without a home; A guest now too well known, let him, in vain, Seek alien doors, and long for me, his wife! And, yet a last revenge, let him beget 25 Sons like their father, daughters like their mother! 'Tis done; revenge is even now brought forth-- I have borne sons to Jason. I complain Vainly, and cry aloud with useless words, Why do I not attack mine enemies? 30 I will strike down the torches from their hands, The light from heaven. Does the sun see this, The author of our race, and still give light?…