(A MESSENGER rushes in.) MESSENGER Fly, fly, Medea! who hast wrought an awful deed, transgressing every law: nor leave behind or sea-borne bark or car that scours the plain. MEDEA Why, what hath chanced that calls for such a flight of mine? MESSENGER The princess is dead, a moment gone, and Creon too, her sire, slain by those drugs of thine. MEDEA Tidings most fair are thine! Henceforth shalt thou be ranked amongst my friends and benefactors. MESSENGER Ha! Art sane?英文原著 · 《Medea》
MESSENGER They have found burial in the dells of Cithaeron. ADRASTUS On this or that side of the mount? And who did bury them? MESSENGER Theseus buried them 'neath the shadow of Eleutherae's cliff. ADRASTUS Where didst thou leave the dead he hath not buried? MESSENGER Not far away; earnest haste makes every goal look close. ADRASTUS No doubt in sorrow slaves would gather them from the carnage. MESSENGER Slaves!英文原著 · 《THE SUPPLIANTS》
MESSENGER Thou wouldst say so, hadst thou been there to see his loving tendance of the dead. ADRASTUS Did he himself wash the bloody wounds of the hapless youths? MESSENGER Ay, and strewed their biers and wrapped them in their shrouds. ADRASTUS An awful burden this, involving some disgrace. MESSENGER Why, what disgrace to men are their fellows' sorrows? ADRASTUS Ah me! how much rather had I died with them! MESSENGER 'Tis vain to weep and move to tears these women.英文原著 · 《THE SUPPLIANTS》
Around him, sitting or standing, are his courtierly admirers, plying him with questions. There is, of course, but one topic. Enter Drusus and Cecilius. "Ah!" cries the young prince, throwing himself on the divan at Messala's feet, "Ah, by Bacchus, I am tired!"
"Whither away?" asks Messala. "Up the street; up to the Omphalus, and beyond--who shall say how far? Rivers of people; never so many in the city before. They say we will see the whole world at the Circus to-morrow."
Messala laughed scornfully. "The idiots!英文原著 · 《Ben-Hur》
How much?' He answered, 'A--a--' Excuse me, Messala. By Jove's thunder, I cannot go on for laughter! Ha, ha, ha!"
The listeners leaned forward. Messala looked to Cecilius. "A shekel," said the latter. "A shekel! A shekel!"
A burst of scornful laughter ran fast upon the repetition. "And what did Drusus?" asked Messala.英文原著 · 《Ben-Hur》
And, having found it, now, O redemptor of the flesh of swine, let us on. The amount--and quickly. The consul may send for thee, and I will then be bereft."
Sanballat took the laugh against him coolly, and wrote, and offered the writing to Messala. "Read, read!" everybody demanded. And Messala read:
"Mem.--Chariot-race. Messala of Rome, in wager with Sanballat, also of Rome, says he will beat Ben-Hur, the Jew. Amount of wager, twenty talents. Odds to Sanballat, six to one.英文原著 · 《Ben-Hur》
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