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Polymestor
within the tent
O horror! I am blinded of the light of my eyes, ah me!
1035
O horror! I am blinded of the light of my eyes, ah me!
1035
Chorus Leader
Did you hear, friends, that Thracian’s cry of woe?
Did you hear, friends, that Thracian’s cry of woe?
Polymestor
within
O horror! horror! my children! 0 the cruel blow.
O horror! horror! my children! 0 the cruel blow.
Chorus Leader
Friends, there is strange mischief afoot in yo.
Friends, there is strange mischief afoot in yo.
Polymestor
within
No, you shall never escape for all your hurried flight;
for with a blow I will burst open the inmost recesses of this building.
1040
No, you shall never escape for all your hurried flight;
for with a blow I will burst open the inmost recesses of this building.
1040
Chorus Leader
Hark! how he launches a bolt with weighty hand! Shall we force an entry? The crisis calls on us to aid Hecuba and the Trojan women.
Hecuba enters, calling back into the tent.
Hark! how he launches a bolt with weighty hand! Shall we force an entry? The crisis calls on us to aid Hecuba and the Trojan women.
Hecuba
Strike on, spare not, burst the doors!
you shall never replace bright vision in your eyes or see your children, whom I have slain, alive again.
1045
Strike on, spare not, burst the doors!
you shall never replace bright vision in your eyes or see your children, whom I have slain, alive again.
1045
Chorus Leader
What! have you foiled the Thracian stranger and is he in your power, mistress? Is all your threat now brought to pass?
What! have you foiled the Thracian stranger and is he in your power, mistress? Is all your threat now brought to pass?
Hecuba
A moment, and you shall see him before the tent,
blind, advancing with blind random step; and the bodies of his two children whom I with my brave women of
Troy
killed; he has paid me the penalty; here he comes from the tent, as you see. I will withdraw out of his path and stand aside
1050
from the hot fury of the Thracian, my deadly foe.
1055
A moment, and you shall see him before the tent,
blind, advancing with blind random step; and the bodies of his two children whom I with my brave women of
Troy
killed; he has paid me the penalty; here he comes from the tent, as you see. I will withdraw out of his path and stand aside
1050
from the hot fury of the Thracian, my deadly foe.
1055
Hecuba. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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