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Menelaus
Ho! sirrahs, catch me this woman; hold her fast; for ’tis no welcome story she will have to hear. It was to make thee leave the holy altar of the goddess that I held thy child’s death before thy eyes, and so induced thee to give thyself up to me to die.
425
So stands thy case, be well assured; but as for this child, my daughter shall decide whether she will slay him or no. Get thee hence into the house, and there learn to bridle thy insolence in speaking to the free, slave that thou art.
430
Ho! sirrahs, catch me this woman; hold her fast; for ’tis no welcome story she will have to hear. It was to make thee leave the holy altar of the goddess that I held thy child’s death before thy eyes, and so induced thee to give thyself up to me to die.
425
So stands thy case, be well assured; but as for this child, my daughter shall decide whether she will slay him or no. Get thee hence into the house, and there learn to bridle thy insolence in speaking to the free, slave that thou art.
430
Andromache
Alas! thou hast by treachery beguiled me; I was deceived.
435
Alas! thou hast by treachery beguiled me; I was deceived.
435
Menelaus
Proclaim it to the world; I do not deny it
Proclaim it to the world; I do not deny it
Andromache
Is this counted cleverness amongst you who dwell by the Eurotas?
Is this counted cleverness amongst you who dwell by the Eurotas?
Menelaus
Yes, and amongst Trojans too, that those who suffer should retaliate.
Yes, and amongst Trojans too, that those who suffer should retaliate.
Andromache
Thinkest thou God’s hand is shortened, and that thou wilt not be punished?
Thinkest thou God’s hand is shortened, and that thou wilt not be punished?
Menelaus
Whene’er that comes, I am ready to bear it. But thy life will I have.
440
Whene’er that comes, I am ready to bear it. But thy life will I have.
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Andromache
Wilt likewise slay this tender chick, whom thou hast snatched from ’neath my wing?
Wilt likewise slay this tender chick, whom thou hast snatched from ’neath my wing?
Menelaus
Not I, but I will give him to my daughter to slay if she will.
Not I, but I will give him to my daughter to slay if she will.
Andromache
Ah me! why not begin my mourning then for thee, my child?
Ah me! why not begin my mourning then for thee, my child?
Menelaus
Of a truth ’tis no very sure hope that he has left.
Of a truth ’tis no very sure hope that he has left.
Andromache
O citizens of Sparta, the bane of all the race of men, schemers of guile, and masters in lying, devisers of evil plots, with crooked minds and tortuous methods and ne’er one honest thought, ’tis wrong that ye should thrive in Hellas.
445
What crime is wanting in your list? How rife is murder with you! How covetous ye are! One word upon your lips, another in your heart, this is what men always find with you. Perdition catch ye! Still death is not so grievous, as
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thou thinkest, to me. No! for my life ended
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in the day that hapless Troy was destroyed with my lord, that glorious warrior, whose spear oft made a coward like thee quit the field and seek thy ship. But now against a woman hast thou displayed the terrors of thy panoply, my would-be murderer. Strike then! for this
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my tongue shall never flatter thee or that daughter of thine. For though thou wert of great account in Sparta, why so was I in Troy. And if I am now in sorry plight, presume not thou on this; thou too mayst be so yet.
460
O citizens of Sparta, the bane of all the race of men, schemers of guile, and masters in lying, devisers of evil plots, with crooked minds and tortuous methods and ne’er one honest thought, ’tis wrong that ye should thrive in Hellas.
445
What crime is wanting in your list? How rife is murder with you! How covetous ye are! One word upon your lips, another in your heart, this is what men always find with you. Perdition catch ye! Still death is not so grievous, as
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thou thinkest, to me. No! for my life ended
450
in the day that hapless Troy was destroyed with my lord, that glorious warrior, whose spear oft made a coward like thee quit the field and seek thy ship. But now against a woman hast thou displayed the terrors of thy panoply, my would-be murderer. Strike then! for this
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my tongue shall never flatter thee or that daughter of thine. For though thou wert of great account in Sparta, why so was I in Troy. And if I am now in sorry plight, presume not thou on this; thou too mayst be so yet.
460
Andromache. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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