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Ἀνδρομάχη

ἅδ’ ἐγὼ χέρας αἱματη-

ρὰς βρόχοισι κεκλῃμένα

πέμπομαι κατὰ γαίας.

Παῖς

μᾶτερ μᾶτερ, ἐγὼ δὲ σᾷ

πτέρυγι συγκαταβαίνω.
505

Ἀνδρομάχη

θῦμα δάιον, ὦ χθονὸς

Φθίας κράντορες.

Παῖς

ὦ πάτερ,

μόλε φίλοις ἐπίκουρος.

Ἀνδρομάχη

κείσῃ δή, τέκνον ὦ φίλος,
510

μαστοῖς ματέρος ἀμφὶ σᾶς

νεκρὸς ὑπὸ χθονί, σὺν νεκρῷ τ’

Παῖς

ὤμοι μοι, τί πάθω; τάλας

δῆτ’ ἐγὼ σύ τε, μᾶτερ.

Andromache. Euripides. ed. Gilbert Murray. Oxford. 1902.

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Ἀνδρομάχη (Greek) (Euripides. Euripidis Fabulae, Vol. I. Murray, Gilbert, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1902.)

Translations (3)

Andromache Perseus (Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Vol. II. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1891.) — 501 focus

Andromache

Behold me journeying on the downward path, my hands so tightly bound with cords that they bleed.

Molossus

O mother, mother mine! I too share thy

downward path, nestling ’neath thy wing.
505

Andromache

A cruel sacrifice! ye rulers of Phthia!

Molossus

Come, father! succour those thou lovest.

Andromache

Rest¹ there, my babe, my darling! on thy mother’s bosom, e’en in death and in the grave.
510

Molossus

Ah, woe is me! what will become of me and thee too, mother mine?

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.) — 501 focus

Euripides Andromache 501

ed. Gilbert Murray

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Ἀνδρομάχη

ἅδ’ ἐγὼ χέρας αἱματη-

ρὰς βρόχοισι κεκλῃμένα

πέμπομαι κατὰ γαίας.

Παῖς

μᾶτερ μᾶτερ, ἐγὼ δὲ σᾷ

πτέρυγι συγκαταβαίνω.
505

Ἀνδρομάχη

θῦμα δάιον, ὦ χθονὸς

Φθίας κράντορες.

Παῖς

ὦ πάτερ,

μόλε φίλοις ἐπίκουρος.

Ἀνδρομάχη

κείσῃ δή, τέκνον ὦ φίλος,
510

μαστοῖς ματέρος ἀμφὶ σᾶς

νεκρὸς ὑπὸ χθονί, σὺν νεκρῷ τ’

Παῖς

ὤμοι μοι, τί πάθω; τάλας

δῆτ’ ἐγὼ σύ τε, μᾶτερ.

Current edition Perseus

Andromache

Behold me journeying on the downward path, my hands so tightly bound with cords that they bleed.

Molossus

O mother, mother mine! I too share thy

downward path, nestling ’neath thy wing.
505

Andromache

A cruel sacrifice! ye rulers of Phthia!

Molossus

Come, father! succour those thou lovest.

Andromache

Rest¹ there, my babe, my darling! on thy mother’s bosom, e’en in death and in the grave.
510

Molossus

Ah, woe is me! what will become of me and thee too, mother mine?

Seht, - mit Stricken die blutigen Hånd' umwunden, hinuntergehn
490

Muß ich unter die Erde

Molottos.

Mutter, Mutter, in deinem Arm wall' auch ich zu den

Schatten.

Andromache.

Feindesopfer, ihr Herrscher des Phthierlandes!

Molottos.

O Vater, komm

Deinen Lieben ein Retter!

Andromache.

Du wirst ruhen an meiner Brust, theurer Sohn, an der
495

Bei der Todten im Grabe todt!

Molottos.

Mutter Brust,

Weh! Was soll ich Verlorner, was du, unselige Mutter?

Menelaos.

Stable identifiers

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Ἀνδρομάχη ἅδ’ ἐγὼ χέρας αἱματη- ρὰς βρόχοισι κεκλῃμένα πέμπομαι κατὰ γαίας.

Παῖς μᾶτερ μᾶτερ, ἐγὼ δὲ σᾷ πτέρυγι συγκαταβαίνω. 505

Ἀνδρομάχη θῦμα δάιον, ὦ χθονὸς Φθίας κράντορες.

Παῖς ὦ πάτερ, μόλε φίλοις ἐπίκουρος.

Ἀνδρομάχη κείσῃ δή, τέκνον ὦ φίλος, 510 μαστοῖς ματέρος ἀμφὶ σᾶς νεκρὸς ὑπὸ χθονί, σὺν νεκρῷ τ’

Παῖς ὤμοι μοι, τί πάθω; τάλας δῆτ’ ἐγὼ σύ τε, μᾶτερ.

Current edition Perseus

Andromache Behold me journeying on the downward path, my hands so tightly bound with cords that they bleed.

Molossus O mother, mother mine! I too share thy downward path, nestling ’neath thy wing. 505

Andromache A cruel sacrifice! ye rulers of Phthia!

Molossus Come, father! succour those thou lovest.

Andromache Rest 1 there, my babe, my darling! on thy mother’s bosom, e’en in death and in the grave. 510

Molossus Ah, woe is me! what will become of me and thee too, mother mine?

Seht, - mit Stricken die blutigen Hånd' umwunden, hinuntergehn 490 Muß ich unter die Erde

Molottos. Mutter, Mutter, in deinem Arm wall' auch ich zu den Schatten.

Andromache. Feindesopfer, ihr Herrscher des Phthierlandes!

Molottos. O Vater, komm Deinen Lieben ein Retter!

Andromache. Du wirst ruhen an meiner Brust, theurer Sohn, an der 495 Bei der Todten im Grabe todt!

Molottos. Mutter Brust, Weh! Was soll ich Verlorner, was du, unselige Mutter?

Menelaos.

Stable identifiers

Ἀνδρομάχη

ἅδ’ ἐγὼ χέρας αἱματη-

ρὰς βρόχοισι κεκλῃμένα

πέμπομαι κατὰ γαίας.

Παῖς

μᾶτερ μᾶτερ, ἐγὼ δὲ σᾷ

πτέρυγι συγκαταβαίνω.
505

Ἀνδρομάχη

θῦμα δάιον, ὦ χθονὸς

Φθίας κράντορες.

Παῖς

ὦ πάτερ,

μόλε φίλοις ἐπίκουρος.

Ἀνδρομάχη

κείσῃ δή, τέκνον ὦ φίλος,
510

μαστοῖς ματέρος ἀμφὶ σᾶς

νεκρὸς ὑπὸ χθονί, σὺν νεκρῷ τ’

Παῖς

ὤμοι μοι, τί πάθω; τάλας

δῆτ’ ἐγὼ σύ τε, μᾶτερ.

Andromache

Behold me journeying on the downward path, my hands so tightly bound with cords that they bleed.

Molossus

O mother, mother mine! I too share thy

downward path, nestling ’neath thy wing.
505

Andromache

A cruel sacrifice! ye rulers of Phthia!

Molossus

Come, father! succour those thou lovest.

Andromache

Rest¹ there, my babe, my darling! on thy mother’s bosom, e’en in death and in the grave.
510

Molossus

Ah, woe is me! what will become of me and thee too, mother mine?

Seht, - mit Stricken die blutigen Hånd' umwunden, hinuntergehn
490

Muß ich unter die Erde

Molottos.

Mutter, Mutter, in deinem Arm wall' auch ich zu den

Schatten.

Andromache.

Feindesopfer, ihr Herrscher des Phthierlandes!

Molottos.

O Vater, komm

Deinen Lieben ein Retter!

Andromache.

Du wirst ruhen an meiner Brust, theurer Sohn, an der
495

Bei der Todten im Grabe todt!

Molottos.

Mutter Brust,

Weh! Was soll ich Verlorner, was du, unselige Mutter?