Euripides Hecuba 722

Hecuba

chanting

O my son, child of a luckless mother,

what was the manner of your death? by what fate do you lie here? by whose hands?

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Maid-servant

I do not know. I found him on the sea-shore.

Hecuba

chanting

Cast up on the smooth sand, or thrown there

after the murderous blow?

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Maid-servant

The waves had washed him ashore.

Hecuba

chanting

Alas! alas! I now know the vision I saw in my sleep; the dusky-winged phantom

did not escape me, the vision I saw of you, my son, now no more within the bright sunshine.

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Chorus Leader

Who slew him then? Can your dream-lore tell us that?

Hecuba

chanting

It was my own familiar friend, the knight of Thrace , with whom his aged father had placed the boy in hiding.

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Chorus Leader

O horror! what will you say? did he slay him to get the gold?

Hecuba

chanting

O dreadful crime! O deed without a name! beyond wonder!

impious! intolerable! Where are the laws between guest and host? Accursed of men! how have you mangled his flesh, slashing the poor child’s limbs

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with ruthless sword, lost to all sense of pity!

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Chorus Leader

Alas for you! how some deity, whose hand is heavy on you, has sent you troubles beyond all other mortals! But I see our lord and master

Agamemnon; so let us be still from now on, my friends.

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Agamemnon

Hecuba, why are you delaying to come and bury your daughter? for it was for this that Talthybius brought me your message begging that no one of the Argives should touch your child. And so we granted this, and are not touching her,

but this delay of yours fills me with wonder. And so I have come to send you from here; for our part there is well performed—if here there is any place for well.

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He sees the body. Oh! what man is this I see near the tents, some Trojan’s corpse? It is not an Argive’s body;

that the garments it is clad in tell me.

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Hecuba

aside

Unhappy one! in naming you I name myself; Hecuba, what shall I do? throw myself here at Agamemnon’s knees, or bear my sorrows in silence?

Agamemnon

Why do you turn your back towards me and

weep, refusing to say what has happened? Who is this?

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Hecuba

aside

But if he should count me as a slave and foe and spurn me from his knees, I would add to my anguish.

Agamemnon

I am no prophet born; therefore, if I am not told, I cannot learn the current of your thoughts.

Hecuba

aside

Can it be that in estimating this man’s feelings I make him out too ill-disposed, when he is not really so?

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Agamemnon

If your wish really is that I should remain in ignorance, we are of one mind; for I have no wish myself to listen.

Hecuba

aside

Without his aid I shall not be able to avenge

my children. Why do I still ponder the matter? I must do and dare whether I win or lose. Turning to Agamemnon Agamemnon, by your knees, by your beard and conquering hand I implore you—

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Agamemnon

What is your desire? to be

set free? that is easily done.

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Hecuba

Not that; give me vengeance on the wicked, and I am willing to lead a life of slavery forever.

Agamemnon

Well, but why do you call me to your aid?

Hecuba

It is a matter you little know of, king.

Do you see this corpse, for whom my tears now flow?

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Agamemnon

I do; but what is to follow, I cannot guess.

Hecuba

He was once my child; I bore him in my womb.

Agamemnon

Which of your sons is he, poor sufferer?

Hecuba

Not one of Priam’s race who fell beneath Ilium ’s walls.

Agamemnon

Did you indeed have another son besides those, lady?

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Hecuba

Yes, the one you see here, of whom it seems I have small gain.

Agamemnon

Where then was he, when his city was being destroyed?

Hecuba

His father, fearful of his death, conveyed him out of Troy .

Agamemnon

Where did he place him apart from the sons he then had?

Hecuba

In this very land, where his corpse was found.

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Agamemnon

With Polymestor, the king of this country?

Hecuba

He was sent here in charge of gold, most bitter trust!

Agamemnon

By whom was he slain? What death overtook him?

Hecuba

By whom but this man? His Thracian host slew him.

Agamemnon

The wretch! could he have been so eager for the gold?

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Hecuba

Just so, when he heard of the Phrygians’ disaster.

Agamemnon

Where did you find him? or did some one bring his corpse?

Hecuba

This woman, who happened upon it on the sea-shore.

Agamemnon

Was she seeking it, or bent on other tasks?

Hecuba

She had gone to fetch water from the sea to wash Polyxena.

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Agamemnon

It seems then his host slew him and cast his body out to sea.

Hecuba

Yes, for the waves to toss, after mangling him in this way.

Agamemnon

Woe to you for your measureless troubles!

Hecuba

I am ruined; no evil now is left, Agamemnon.

Agamemnon

Ah! what woman was ever born to such mischance?

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Hecuba

There is no one, unless you would name Chance herself. But hear my reason for throwing myself at your knees. If my treatment seems to you deserved, I will be content; but, if otherwise, help me to punish

this most godless host, fearless alike of gods in heaven or hell, who has done a most unholy deed; who, though often he had shared my board and been counted first of all my guest-friends

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meeting with every kindness he could claim—. And receiving my consideration, he slew my son, and bent though he was on murder, did not think it right to bury him, but cast his body forth to sea.

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I may be a slave and weak as well, but the gods are strong, and Custom too which prevails over them,

for by custom it is that we believe in them and set up boundaries of right and wrong for our lives. Now if this principle, when referred to you, is to be set at nothing, and they are to escape punishment who murder guests or dare to plunder the temples of gods,

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then all fairness in human matters is at an end. Consider this then a disgrace and show regard for me, have pity on me, and, like an artist standing back from his picture, look on me and closely scan my piteous state. I was once a queen, but now I am your slave;

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a happy mother once, but now childless and old alike, bereft of city, utterly forlorn, the most wretched woman living.

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as Agamemnon is turning away. Ah! woe is me! where would you withdraw your steps from me? My efforts then will be in vain, ah me! Why, oh! why do we mortals toil, as we must, and seek out all other sciences,

but Persuasion, the only real mistress of mankind, we take no further pains to master completely by offering to pay for the knowledge, so that any man could convince his fellows as he pleased and gain his point at once?

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How shall anyone hereafter hope for prosperity? All those my sons are gone from me, and she, my daughter, is a slave and suffers shame. I am lost; I see the smoke leaping over my city. Further—though this is perhaps idly urged,

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to plead your love, still I will put the case—at your side lies my daughter, Cassandra, the inspired maiden, as the Phrygians call her. How then, king, will you acknowledge those nights of rapture, or what return shall my daughter or I her mother have

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for the love she has lavished on her lord? For from darkness and the endearments of the night mortals have their keenest joys. Listen, then; do you see this corpse? By doing him a service, you will do it to a kinsman of your bride’s.

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I have only one thing yet to urge. Oh! would I had a voice in arms, in hands, in hair and feet, placed there by the arts of Daedalus or some god, that all together they might with tears embrace your knees,

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bringing a thousand pleas to bear on you! O my lord and master, most glorious light of Hellas , listen, stretch forth a helping hand to this aged woman, for all she is a thing of nothing; still do so. For it is always a good man’s duty to help the right,

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and to punish evil-doers wherever found.

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Chorus Leader

It is strange how each extreme meets in human life! Custom determines even our natural ties, making the most bitter foes friends, and regarding as foes those who formerly were friends.

Agamemnon

Hecuba, I feel compassion for you and your son and your ill-fortune, as well as for your suppliant gesture, and I would gladly see that impious host pay you this forfeit for the sake of heaven and justice, if I could only find some way to help you

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without appearing to the army to have plotted the death of the Thracian king for Cassandra’s sake. For on one point I am assailed by perplexity: the army count this man their friend, the dead their foe; that he is dear to you

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is a matter apart, in which the army has no share. Reflect on this; for though you find me ready to share your toil and quick to lend my aid, yet the risk of being reproached by the Achaeans makes me hesitate.

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Hecuba

Ah! there is not in the world a single man free;

for he is a slave either to money or to fortune, or else the people in their thousands or the fear of public prosecution prevents him from following the dictates of his heart.

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But since you are afraid, deferring too much to the rabble, I will rid you of that fear.

Thus: be aware of my plot if I devise mischief against this murderer, but refrain from any share in it. And if any uproar or attempt at rescue breaks out among the Achaeans, when the Thracian is suffering his doom, check it without seeming to do so on my account.

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For what remains—take heart—I will arrange everything well.

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Agamemnon

How? what will you do? will you take a sword in your old hand and slay the barbarian, or do you have drugs or some means to aid you? Who will take your part? Where will you procure friends?

Hecuba

Sheltered beneath these tents is a crowd of Trojan women.

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Agamemnon

Do you mean the captives, the booty of the Hellenes?

Hecuba

With their help I will punish my murderous foe.

Agamemnon

How are women to master men?

Hecuba

Numbers are a fearful thing, and joined to craft a desperate foe.

Agamemnon

True; still I have a mean opinion of the female race.

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Hecuba

What? did not women slay the sons of Aegyptus , and utterly clear Lemnos of men? But let it be thus; put an end to our conference, and send this woman for me safely through the army.

To a servant And you are to draw near my Thracian friend and say, Hecuba, once queen of Ilium , summons you, on your own business no less than hers, your children too, for they also must hear what she has to say. The servant goes out. Defer awhile, Agamemnon,

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the burial of Polyxena lately slain, so that brother and sister may be laid on the same pyre and buried side by side, a double cause of sorrow to their mother.

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Agamemnon

So shall it be; yet if the army were able to sail, I could not have granted you this favor;

but as it is, for the god sends forth no favoring breeze, the army must wait and look for a calm voyage. Good luck to you, for this is the interest alike of individual and state, that the wrong-doer be punished and the good man prosper. Agamemnon departs as Hecuba withdraws into the tent.

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