Death & Dying
Book VII, 493
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
I, Rhodope, and my mother Boisca neither died of sickness, nor fell by the sword of the foes, but ourselves, when dreadful Ares burnt the city of Corinth our country, chose a brave death. My mother slew me with the slaughtering knife, nor did she, unhappy woman, spare her own life, but tied the noose round her neck; for it was better than slavery to die in freedom.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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