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Andromache

O husband mine! I would I had thy strong arm and spear

to aid me, son of Priam.
525

Molossus

Ah, woe is me! what spell can I now find to turn death’s stroke aside?

Andromache

Embrace thy master’s knees, my child, and pray to him.

Molossus

Spare, O spare my life, kind master!

Andromache

Mine eyes are wet with tears, which trickle down my cheeks, as doth a sunless spring from a smooth rock. Ah me!

Molossus

What remedy, alas! can I provide me ’gainst my ills?
535

Andromache. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.

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Current edition Perseus

Andromache (English) (Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Vol. II. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1891.)

Editions (1)

Ἀνδρομάχη Perseus (Euripides. Euripidis Fabulae, Vol. I. Murray, Gilbert, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1902.) — 523 focus

Ἀνδρομάχη

ὦ πόσις πόσις, εἴθε σὰν

χεῖρα καὶ δόρυ σύμμαχον

κτησαίμαν, Πριάμου παῖ.
525

Παῖς

δύστανος, τί δ’ ἐγὼ μόρου

παράτροπον μέλος εὕρω;

Ἀνδρομάχη

λίσσου, γούνασι δεσπότου

χρίμπτων, ὦ τέκνον.
530

Παῖς

ὦ φίλος,

φίλος, ἄνες θάνατόν μοι.

Ἀνδρομάχη

λείβομαι δάκρυσιν κόρας,

στάζω λισσάδος ὡς πέτρας

λιβὰς ἀνήλιος, ἁ τάλαιν’

Παῖς

ὤμοι μοι, τί δ’ ἐγὼ κακῶν
535

μῆχος ἐξανύσωμαι;

Translations (2)

Andromache (OCR draft) Experimental (Andromache. Robert Potter's English verse translation, first published in 1781–1783; text from the 1808 Oxford printing.)

No corresponding passage available

German (J. J. C. Donner, 1845; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (Euripides. Deutsch in den Versmaßen der Urschrift. Volume 2, Heidelberg: C. F. Winter, 1845. Harvard OCR compared with an independent BSB copy. Native Donner verse citations, Murray reference cards, explicitly located notes and page facsimiles. Unresolved OCR, verse divisions, unlocated notes and printed errata are documented in the source review.) — 523 focus

Euripides Andromache 523

Edward P. Coleridge (Translator)

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Andromache

O husband mine! I would I had thy strong arm and spear

to aid me, son of Priam.
525

Molossus

Ah, woe is me! what spell can I now find to turn death’s stroke aside?

Andromache

Embrace thy master’s knees, my child, and pray to him.

Molossus

Spare, O spare my life, kind master!

Andromache

Mine eyes are wet with tears, which trickle down my cheeks, as doth a sunless spring from a smooth rock. Ah me!

Molossus

What remedy, alas! can I provide me ’gainst my ills?
535

Current edition Perseus

Ἀνδρομάχη

ὦ πόσις πόσις, εἴθε σὰν

χεῖρα καὶ δόρυ σύμμαχον

κτησαίμαν, Πριάμου παῖ.
525

Παῖς

δύστανος, τί δ’ ἐγὼ μόρου

παράτροπον μέλος εὕρω;

Ἀνδρομάχη

λίσσου, γούνασι δεσπότου

χρίμπτων, ὦ τέκνον.
530

Παῖς

ὦ φίλος,

φίλος, ἄνες θάνατόν μοι.

Ἀνδρομάχη

λείβομαι δάκρυσιν κόρας,

στάζω λισσάδος ὡς πέτρας

λιβὰς ἀνήλιος, ἁ τάλαιν’

Παῖς

ὤμοι μοι, τί δ’ ἐγὼ κακῶν
535

μῆχος ἐξανύσωμαι;

Hektor, Hektor, des Priamos Sohn, o könnte mich deine Hand,

Deine Lanze mich retten!

Molottos.

Ach! Wo find' ich ein Klagelied, abzuwenden mein Schicksal?

Andromache.

Flehe, Kind, und umschlinge das Knie des Herrschers!

Molottos.

Laß mich leben, o Lieber!
510

lieber Herr,

Andromache.

Thränen nezen das Auge mir, fließen stromend, wie sonnenlos

Rinnt die Quelle vom glatten Fels.

Molottos.

Weh! Wo wird mir in dieser Noth Rettung tröstend er=

Menelaos.

ſcheinen?

Stable identifiers

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Andromache O husband mine! I would I had thy strong arm and spear to aid me, son of Priam. 525

Molossus Ah, woe is me! what spell can I now find to turn death’s stroke aside?

Andromache Embrace thy master’s knees, my child, and pray to him.

Molossus Spare, O spare my life, kind master!

Andromache Mine eyes are wet with tears, which trickle down my cheeks, as doth a sunless spring from a smooth rock. Ah me!

Molossus What remedy, alas! can I provide me ’gainst my ills? 535

Current edition Perseus

Ἀνδρομάχη ὦ πόσις πόσις, εἴθε σὰν χεῖρα καὶ δόρυ σύμμαχον κτησαίμαν, Πριάμου παῖ. 525

Παῖς δύστανος, τί δ’ ἐγὼ μόρου παράτροπον μέλος εὕρω;

Ἀνδρομάχη λίσσου, γούνασι δεσπότου χρίμπτων, ὦ τέκνον. 530

Παῖς ὦ φίλος, φίλος, ἄνες θάνατόν μοι.

Ἀνδρομάχη λείβομαι δάκρυσιν κόρας, στάζω λισσάδος ὡς πέτρας λιβὰς ἀνήλιος, ἁ τάλαιν’

Παῖς ὤμοι μοι, τί δ’ ἐγὼ κακῶν 535 μῆχος ἐξανύσωμαι;

Hektor, Hektor, des Priamos Sohn, o könnte mich deine Hand, Deine Lanze mich retten!

Molottos. Ach! Wo find' ich ein Klagelied, abzuwenden mein Schicksal?

Andromache. Flehe, Kind, und umschlinge das Knie des Herrschers!

Molottos. Laß mich leben, o Lieber! 510 lieber Herr,

Andromache. Thränen nezen das Auge mir, fließen stromend, wie sonnenlos Rinnt die Quelle vom glatten Fels.

Molottos. Weh! Wo wird mir in dieser Noth Rettung tröstend er=

Menelaos. ſcheinen?

Stable identifiers

Andromache

O husband mine! I would I had thy strong arm and spear

to aid me, son of Priam.
525

Molossus

Ah, woe is me! what spell can I now find to turn death’s stroke aside?

Andromache

Embrace thy master’s knees, my child, and pray to him.

Molossus

Spare, O spare my life, kind master!

Andromache

Mine eyes are wet with tears, which trickle down my cheeks, as doth a sunless spring from a smooth rock. Ah me!

Molossus

What remedy, alas! can I provide me ’gainst my ills?
535

Ἀνδρομάχη

ὦ πόσις πόσις, εἴθε σὰν

χεῖρα καὶ δόρυ σύμμαχον

κτησαίμαν, Πριάμου παῖ.
525

Παῖς

δύστανος, τί δ’ ἐγὼ μόρου

παράτροπον μέλος εὕρω;

Ἀνδρομάχη

λίσσου, γούνασι δεσπότου

χρίμπτων, ὦ τέκνον.
530

Παῖς

ὦ φίλος,

φίλος, ἄνες θάνατόν μοι.

Ἀνδρομάχη

λείβομαι δάκρυσιν κόρας,

στάζω λισσάδος ὡς πέτρας

λιβὰς ἀνήλιος, ἁ τάλαιν’

Παῖς

ὤμοι μοι, τί δ’ ἐγὼ κακῶν
535

μῆχος ἐξανύσωμαι;

Hektor, Hektor, des Priamos Sohn, o könnte mich deine Hand,

Deine Lanze mich retten!

Molottos.

Ach! Wo find' ich ein Klagelied, abzuwenden mein Schicksal?

Andromache.

Flehe, Kind, und umschlinge das Knie des Herrschers!

Molottos.

Laß mich leben, o Lieber!
510

lieber Herr,

Andromache.

Thränen nezen das Auge mir, fließen stromend, wie sonnenlos

Rinnt die Quelle vom glatten Fels.

Molottos.

Weh! Wo wird mir in dieser Noth Rettung tröstend er=

Menelaos.

ſcheinen?