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The herald, Talthybius, enters.
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Talthybius
Where can I find Hecuba, who once was
queen of
Ilium
, you Trojan maidens?
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Where can I find Hecuba, who once was
queen of
Ilium
, you Trojan maidens?
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Chorus Leader
There she lies near you, Talthybius, stretched full length upon the ground, wrapped in her robe.
There she lies near you, Talthybius, stretched full length upon the ground, wrapped in her robe.
Talthybius
O Zeus! what can I say? that your eye is over man? or that we hold this opinion all to no purpose,
falsely thinking there is any race of gods, when it is chance that rules the mortal sphere? Was not this the queen of wealthy
Phrygia
, the wife of Priam highly blessed? And now her city is utterly overthrown by the foe,
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and she, a slave in her old age, her children dead, lies upon the ground, soiling her wretched head in the dust. Ah! old as I am, may death be my lot before I am caught in any shameful mischance. Arise, poor lady! lift up
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yourself and raise that white head.
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O Zeus! what can I say? that your eye is over man? or that we hold this opinion all to no purpose,
falsely thinking there is any race of gods, when it is chance that rules the mortal sphere? Was not this the queen of wealthy
Phrygia
, the wife of Priam highly blessed? And now her city is utterly overthrown by the foe,
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and she, a slave in her old age, her children dead, lies upon the ground, soiling her wretched head in the dust. Ah! old as I am, may death be my lot before I am caught in any shameful mischance. Arise, poor lady! lift up
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yourself and raise that white head.
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Hecuba
stirring
Oh! who are you that will not let my body rest? Why disturb me in my anguish, whoever you are?
Oh! who are you that will not let my body rest? Why disturb me in my anguish, whoever you are?
Talthybius
I, Talthybius, have come, the servant of the Danaids; Agamemnon has sent me for you, lady.
I, Talthybius, have come, the servant of the Danaids; Agamemnon has sent me for you, lady.
Hecuba
rising
Good friend, have you come because the Achaeans are resolved after all to slay me too at the grave? How welcome your tidings would be! Let us hasten and lose no time; please lead the way, old man.
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Good friend, have you come because the Achaeans are resolved after all to slay me too at the grave? How welcome your tidings would be! Let us hasten and lose no time; please lead the way, old man.
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Talthybius
I have come to fetch you to bury your daughter’s corpse, lady; and those that send me are
the two sons of Atreus and the Achaean people.
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I have come to fetch you to bury your daughter’s corpse, lady; and those that send me are
the two sons of Atreus and the Achaean people.
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Hecuba
Alas! What will you say? Have you not after all come to fetch me to my doom, but to announce ill news? Lost, my child! snatched from your mother’s arms! and I am childless now, at least as regards you; ah, woe is me!
How did you end her life? was any mercy shown? or did you deal ruthlessly with her as though your victim were a foe, old man? Speak, though your words must be pain to me.
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Alas! What will you say? Have you not after all come to fetch me to my doom, but to announce ill news? Lost, my child! snatched from your mother’s arms! and I am childless now, at least as regards you; ah, woe is me!
How did you end her life? was any mercy shown? or did you deal ruthlessly with her as though your victim were a foe, old man? Speak, though your words must be pain to me.
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Talthybius
Lady, you wish me to have a double benefit of tears in pity for your child; for now too as I tell the sad tale
my eyes will be wet, as they were at the tomb when she was dying.
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All
Achaea
’s army was gathered there in full array before the tomb to see your daughter sacrificed; and the son of Achilles took Polyxena by the hand and set her on the top of the mound, while I was near;
and a chosen band of young Achaeans followed to hold your child and prevent her struggling. Then Achilles’ son took in his hands a brimming cup of gold and raised in his hand an offering to his dead father, making a sign to me
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to proclaim silence throughout the Achaean army. So I stood at his side and in their midst proclaimed,
Silence, you Achaeans! let all the people be silent! peace! be still! So I hushed the army. Then he spoke:
Son of Peleus, my father,
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accept the offering I pour for you to appease your spirit, strong to raise the dead; and come to drink the black blood of a pure girl, which I and the army are offering you; oh! be propitious to us; grant that we may loose our prows and the
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cables of our ships, and, meeting with a prosperous voyage from
Ilium
, all come to our country. So he spoke; and all the army echoed his prayer. Then seizing his golden sword by the hilt he drew it from its scabbard, signing to the picked young
Argive
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warriors to hold the maid. But she, when she perceived it, uttered this speech:
O Argives, who have sacked my city! of my free will I die; let no one lay hand on me; for bravely will I yield my neck.
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By the gods, leave me free; so slay me, that death may find me free; for to be called a slave among the dead fills my royal heart with shame.
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Then the people shouted their applause, and king Agamemnon told the young men to let go the maid.
So they set her free, as soon as they heard this last command from him whose might was over all. And she, hearing her master’s words, took her robe and tore it open from the shoulder to the waist,
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displaying a breast and bosom fair as a statue’s; then sinking on her knee, one word she spoke more piteous than all the rest,
Young prince, if it is my breast you are eager to strike, see, here it is, strike home! or if at my neck your sword
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you will aim, that throat is here and ready.
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Then he, half glad, half sorry in his pity for the maid, cut with the steel the channels of her breath, and streams of blood gushed forth; but she, even in death, took good heed to fall with grace,
hiding from the gaze of men what must be hidden. When she had breathed her last through the fatal gash, no
Argive
set his hand to the same task, but some were strewing leaves over the corpse in handfuls, others bringing pine-logs
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and heaping up a pyre; and the one who brought nothing would hear from him who did such taunts as these,
Do you stand still, ignoble wretch, with no robe or ornament to bring for the maiden? will you give nothing to her that showed such peerless bravery
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and spirit? Such is the tale I tell about your daughter’s death, and regard you as blessed beyond all mothers in your noble child, yet crossed in fortune more than all.
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Lady, you wish me to have a double benefit of tears in pity for your child; for now too as I tell the sad tale
my eyes will be wet, as they were at the tomb when she was dying.
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All
Achaea
’s army was gathered there in full array before the tomb to see your daughter sacrificed; and the son of Achilles took Polyxena by the hand and set her on the top of the mound, while I was near;
and a chosen band of young Achaeans followed to hold your child and prevent her struggling. Then Achilles’ son took in his hands a brimming cup of gold and raised in his hand an offering to his dead father, making a sign to me
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to proclaim silence throughout the Achaean army. So I stood at his side and in their midst proclaimed,
Silence, you Achaeans! let all the people be silent! peace! be still! So I hushed the army. Then he spoke:
Son of Peleus, my father,
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accept the offering I pour for you to appease your spirit, strong to raise the dead; and come to drink the black blood of a pure girl, which I and the army are offering you; oh! be propitious to us; grant that we may loose our prows and the
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cables of our ships, and, meeting with a prosperous voyage from
Ilium
, all come to our country. So he spoke; and all the army echoed his prayer. Then seizing his golden sword by the hilt he drew it from its scabbard, signing to the picked young
Argive
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warriors to hold the maid. But she, when she perceived it, uttered this speech:
O Argives, who have sacked my city! of my free will I die; let no one lay hand on me; for bravely will I yield my neck.
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By the gods, leave me free; so slay me, that death may find me free; for to be called a slave among the dead fills my royal heart with shame.
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Then the people shouted their applause, and king Agamemnon told the young men to let go the maid.
So they set her free, as soon as they heard this last command from him whose might was over all. And she, hearing her master’s words, took her robe and tore it open from the shoulder to the waist,
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displaying a breast and bosom fair as a statue’s; then sinking on her knee, one word she spoke more piteous than all the rest,
Young prince, if it is my breast you are eager to strike, see, here it is, strike home! or if at my neck your sword
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you will aim, that throat is here and ready.
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Then he, half glad, half sorry in his pity for the maid, cut with the steel the channels of her breath, and streams of blood gushed forth; but she, even in death, took good heed to fall with grace,
hiding from the gaze of men what must be hidden. When she had breathed her last through the fatal gash, no
Argive
set his hand to the same task, but some were strewing leaves over the corpse in handfuls, others bringing pine-logs
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and heaping up a pyre; and the one who brought nothing would hear from him who did such taunts as these,
Do you stand still, ignoble wretch, with no robe or ornament to bring for the maiden? will you give nothing to her that showed such peerless bravery
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and spirit? Such is the tale I tell about your daughter’s death, and regard you as blessed beyond all mothers in your noble child, yet crossed in fortune more than all.
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Chorus Leader
Upon the race of Priam and my city some fearful curse has burst; it is sent by God, and we must bear it.
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Upon the race of Priam and my city some fearful curse has burst; it is sent by God, and we must bear it.
Hecuba
O my daughter! among this crowd of sorrows I do not know where to turn my gaze; for if I set myself to one, another will not let me be; while from this again another grief summons me, finding a successor to sorrow’s throne. And now I can not efface from my mind the memory of your sufferings
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sufficiently to stay my tears; yet the story of your noble death has taken from the keenness of my grief. Is it not then strange that a poor land, when blessed by heaven with a lucky year, yields a good crop, while that which is good, if robbed of needful care,
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bears little fruit; yet among men the base is nothing else but wicked, the good man is good, never changing for the worse because of misfortune, but ever the same? Is then the difference due to birth or bringing up?
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Good training doubtless gives lessons in good conduct, and if a man has mastered this, he knows what is shameful by the standard of the good. And these are random shafts from my mind, I know.
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To Talthybius Go and proclaim to the Argives
that they do not touch my daughter’s body but keep the crowd away. For when a countless army is gathered, the mob knows no restraint, and the unruliness of sailors exceeds that of fire, all abstinence from crime being counted criminal.
Talthybius goes out.
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Addressing a servant Now you, my aged handmaid, take a pitcher
and dip it in the salt sea and bring it here, that I for the last time may wash my child, an unwed bride, a ravished virgin, and lay her out, as she deserves, ah! how can I? impossible! but as best I can; and what will that amount to?
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I will collect adornment from the captives, my companions in these tents, if perhaps any of them escaping her new master’s eye has made some theft from her home.
The servant departs. O towering halls, O home so happy once,
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O Priam, rich in store of fairest wealth, most blessed of fathers, and I no less, the grey-haired mother of your race, how are we brought to nothing, stripped of our former pride! And in spite of all we vaunt ourselves, one on the riches of his house,
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another because he has an honored name among his fellow-citizens! But these things are nothing; in vain are all our thoughtful schemes, in vain our boastful words. He is happiest who meets no sorrow day by day.
Hecuba enters the tent.
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O my daughter! among this crowd of sorrows I do not know where to turn my gaze; for if I set myself to one, another will not let me be; while from this again another grief summons me, finding a successor to sorrow’s throne. And now I can not efface from my mind the memory of your sufferings
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sufficiently to stay my tears; yet the story of your noble death has taken from the keenness of my grief. Is it not then strange that a poor land, when blessed by heaven with a lucky year, yields a good crop, while that which is good, if robbed of needful care,
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bears little fruit; yet among men the base is nothing else but wicked, the good man is good, never changing for the worse because of misfortune, but ever the same? Is then the difference due to birth or bringing up?
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Good training doubtless gives lessons in good conduct, and if a man has mastered this, he knows what is shameful by the standard of the good. And these are random shafts from my mind, I know.
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To Talthybius Go and proclaim to the Argives
that they do not touch my daughter’s body but keep the crowd away. For when a countless army is gathered, the mob knows no restraint, and the unruliness of sailors exceeds that of fire, all abstinence from crime being counted criminal.
Talthybius goes out.
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Addressing a servant Now you, my aged handmaid, take a pitcher
and dip it in the salt sea and bring it here, that I for the last time may wash my child, an unwed bride, a ravished virgin, and lay her out, as she deserves, ah! how can I? impossible! but as best I can; and what will that amount to?
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I will collect adornment from the captives, my companions in these tents, if perhaps any of them escaping her new master’s eye has made some theft from her home.
The servant departs. O towering halls, O home so happy once,
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O Priam, rich in store of fairest wealth, most blessed of fathers, and I no less, the grey-haired mother of your race, how are we brought to nothing, stripped of our former pride! And in spite of all we vaunt ourselves, one on the riches of his house,
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another because he has an honored name among his fellow-citizens! But these things are nothing; in vain are all our thoughtful schemes, in vain our boastful words. He is happiest who meets no sorrow day by day.
Hecuba enters the tent.
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Hecuba. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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