Below lies the lake hushed and tranquil,
And I sit here with idle hands,
And gaze at the frolicking fishes
Which glide to and fro o’er the sands.
They come, and they go, and they tarry;
But if I now venture a cast,
Of a sudden the playground is empty,
As my basket remains to the last.
Mayhap if I stirred up the water,
My angling might lure the shy prey.
But then I must also give over
The sight of the fishes at play.
[Illustration: THE GRILLPARZER MONUMENT AT VIENNA.]
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A TRAGEDY IN FIVE ACTS
CREON, King of Corinth
CREUSA, his daughter
GORA, Medea’s aged nurse
A herald of the Amphictyons
Slaves and slave-women, attendants
the King, etc.
TRANSLATED BY THEODORE A. MILLER, PH.D.
Before the walls of Corinth. At the left, halfway up stage, a tent is pitched; in the background lies the sea, with a point of land jutting out into it, on which is built a part of the city. The time is early morning, before daybreak; it is still dark.
At the right in the foreground a slave is seen standing in a pit digging and throwing up shovelfuls of earth; on the opposite side of the pit stands MEDEA, before a black chest which is strangely decorated with gold; in this chest she keeps laying various utensils during the following dialogue.