Chorus Leader
It is pardonable, for a man suffering from evils too heavy to bear, to rid himself of a wretched existence.
Agamemnon and his retinue enter.
Agamemnon
Hearing a cry I have come here; for Echo,
Polymestor
Best of friends! for by your voice I know you,
Agamemnon; do you see my piteous state?
1115
Agamemnon
What! hapless Polymestor, who has stricken you? who has blinded your eyes, staining the pupils with blood? who has slain these children? whoever he was, fierce must have been his wrath against you and your children.
Polymestor
Hecuba, helped by the captive women, has destroyed me—not destroyed, far worse than that.
1120
Agamemnon
addressing Hecuba
What do you say? Was it you that did this deed, as he says? You, Hecuba, that have ventured on this inconceivable daring?
Polymestor
Ha! what is that? is she somewhere near?
Show me, tell me where, that I may grip her in my hands and rend her limb from limb, bespattering her with gore.
1125
Agamemnon
You creature, what are you about?
Polymestor
By the gods I entreat you, let me vent on her the fury of my arm.
Agamemnon
Hold! banish that savage spirit from your heart
and plead your cause, so that after hearing you and her in turn I may fairly decide what reason there is for your present sufferings.
1130
Polymestor
I will tell my tale. There was a son of Priam, Polydorus, the youngest, a child by Hecuba, whom his father Priam sent to me from
Troy
to bring up in my halls,
Hecuba. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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