Pasiphaë

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Peter Th. Mayer, Pasiphaë, Etching, 2000

Denials from me
will no longer convince you;
for the facts are now quite clear.
If I had thrown myself
at a man in love’s furtive commerce,
I should rightly now
be revealed as lascivious.

As it is,
because my madness was a god’s onslaught,
I hurt,
but my trouble is not voluntary.
Why, it has no probability!

What did I see in a bull
to have my heart eaten away
by a most shaming affliction?

Was it handsome to the eye in robes,
and threw out a bright gleam
from its ruddy hair and eyes,
the beard on its cheeks darkly red?

Certainly it wasn’t
the well-formed body of a bridegroom!
Was it for a union like that…
an animal’s hide…
children…
to make it my husband!
Why then was I maddened by this affliction?

Euripides, Cretans

Pasiphaë for a site specific theatre performance of Euripides’ Cretans.