Euripides, Hecuba, ed. Gilbert Murray, 177

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Πολυξένη

ἰώ·

μᾶτερ μᾶτερ τί βοᾷς; τί νέον

καρύξασʼ οἴκων μʼ ὥστʼ ὄρνιν

θάμβει τῷδʼ ἐξέπταξας;

Ἑκάβη

οἴμοι τέκνον.
180

Πολυξένη

τί με δυσφημεῖς; φροίμιά μοι κακά.

Ἑκάβη

αἰαῖ σᾶς ψυχᾶς.

Πολυξένη

ἐξαύδα· μὴ κρύψῃς δαρόν.

δειμαίνω δειμαίνω, μᾶτερ,

τί ποτʼ ἀναστένεις
185

Ἑκάβη

ὦ τέκνον τέκνον μελέας ματρὸς

Πολυξένη

τί δὲ τόδʼ ἀγγελεῖς;

Ἑκάβη

σφάξαι σʼ Ἀργείων κοινὰ

συντείνει πρὸς τύμβον γνώμα

Πηλείᾳ γέννᾳ.
190

Πολυξένη

οἴμοι μᾶτερ, πῶς φθέγγῃ

ἀμέγαρτα κακῶν; μάνυσόν μοι,

μάνυσον, μᾶτερ.

Ἑκάβη

αὐδῶ, παῖ, δυσφήμους φήμας·

ἀγγέλλουσʼ Ἀργείων δόξαι
195

ψήφῳ τᾶς σᾶς περί μοι ψυχᾶς.

Hecuba. Euripides. ed. Gilbert Murray. Oxford. 1902.

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Ἑκάβη (Greek) (Euripides. Euripidis Fabulae, Vol. I. Murray, Gilbert, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1902. (Reprinted 1906-1974))

Translations (3)

Hecuba Perseus (Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Vol. II. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1891. (Modernized by Perseus.)) — 177 focus

Polyxena enters from the tent.

Polyxena

Oh! mother, mother, why do you call so loud? what news is it you have proclaimed, scaring me, like a cowering bird, from my chamber by this alarm?

Hecuba

Alas, my daughter!
180

Polyxena

Why this ominous address? it means sorrow for me.

Hecuba

Woe for your life!

Polyxena

Tell it, hide it no longer. Ah mother! how I dread, I dread

the import of your loud laments.
185

Hecuba

Ah my daughter! a luckless mother’s child!

Polyxena

Why do you tell me this?

Hecuba

The Argives with one consent are eager for your sacrifice to the son of Peleus

at his tomb.
190

Polyxena

Ah! my mother! how can you speak of such a dire mischance? Tell me all, mother, yes all!

Hecuba

It is an ill-boding rumor I tell, my child;

they bring me word that sentence is passed upon your life by the Argives’ vote.
195

Hecuba (OCR draft) Experimental (Hecuba. 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, 1841; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (Euripides. Deutsch in den Versmaßen der Urschrift. Volume 1, Heidelberg: C. F. Winter, 1841. 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.) — 177 focus

Euripides Hecuba 177

ed. Gilbert Murray

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Πολυξένη

ἰώ·

μᾶτερ μᾶτερ τί βοᾷς; τί νέον

καρύξασʼ οἴκων μʼ ὥστʼ ὄρνιν

θάμβει τῷδʼ ἐξέπταξας;

Ἑκάβη

οἴμοι τέκνον.
180

Πολυξένη

τί με δυσφημεῖς; φροίμιά μοι κακά.

Ἑκάβη

αἰαῖ σᾶς ψυχᾶς.

Πολυξένη

ἐξαύδα· μὴ κρύψῃς δαρόν.

δειμαίνω δειμαίνω, μᾶτερ,

τί ποτʼ ἀναστένεις
185

Ἑκάβη

ὦ τέκνον τέκνον μελέας ματρὸς

Πολυξένη

τί δὲ τόδʼ ἀγγελεῖς;

Ἑκάβη

σφάξαι σʼ Ἀργείων κοινὰ

συντείνει πρὸς τύμβον γνώμα

Πηλείᾳ γέννᾳ.
190

Πολυξένη

οἴμοι μᾶτερ, πῶς φθέγγῃ

ἀμέγαρτα κακῶν; μάνυσόν μοι,

μάνυσον, μᾶτερ.

Ἑκάβη

αὐδῶ, παῖ, δυσφήμους φήμας·

ἀγγέλλουσʼ Ἀργείων δόξαι
195

ψήφῳ τᾶς σᾶς περί μοι ψυχᾶς.

Current edition Perseus

Polyxena

Oh! mother, mother, why do you call so loud? what news is it you have proclaimed, scaring me, like a cowering bird, from my chamber by this alarm?

Hecuba

Alas, my daughter!
180

Polyxena

Why this ominous address? it means sorrow for me.

Hecuba

Woe for your life!

Polyxena

Tell it, hide it no longer. Ah mother! how I dread, I dread

the import of your loud laments.
185

Hecuba

Ah my daughter! a luckless mother’s child!

Polyxena

Why do you tell me this?

Hecuba

The Argives with one consent are eager for your sacrifice to the son of Peleus

at his tomb.
190

Polyxena

Ah! my mother! how can you speak of such a dire mischance? Tell me all, mother, yes all!

Hecuba

It is an ill-boding rumor I tell, my child;

they bring me word that sentence is passed upon your life by the Argives’ vote.
195

Was rufst du mir, ach? Was meldest du mir,

Theuerste, daß, wie der Vogel, du mich
175

Voll Angst und Schrecken hervorscheuchst?

Hekabe.

Weh, weh mir, o Kind!

Polyxena.

Was jammerst du? Traurig beginnst du mir da.

Hekabe.

Dein Leben, o Kind

Polyxena.

Sprich offen es aus, nicht lange verbirg's!
180

Wie faßt, o Mutter, wie fast mich die Angst!

Warum seufzest du?

Hekabe.

Mein Kind, der Unglückseligen Kind!

Polyxena.

Was meldest du mir?

Hekabe.

Der gemeinsame Schluß der Argeier
185

Stimmt ein, dich auf des Achilleus Grab

Zu opfern, o Tochter.

Polyxena.

Weh, weh! Du meldest, o Mutter,

Unermeßliches Leid: o verkundige mir's,

verkünde mir Alles!
190

Hekabe.

Ich melde dir, Kind, das entsezliche Wort:

Der vereinigte Rath des achaischen Heers

Hat heute den Tod dir, Tochter, bestimmt.

Polyxena.

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Πολυξένη ἰώ· μᾶτερ μᾶτερ τί βοᾷς; τί νέον καρύξασʼ οἴκων μʼ ὥστʼ ὄρνιν θάμβει τῷδʼ ἐξέπταξας;

Ἑκάβη οἴμοι τέκνον. 180

Πολυξένη τί με δυσφημεῖς; φροίμιά μοι κακά.

Ἑκάβη αἰαῖ σᾶς ψυχᾶς.

Πολυξένη ἐξαύδα· μὴ κρύψῃς δαρόν. δειμαίνω δειμαίνω, μᾶτερ, τί ποτʼ ἀναστένεις 185

Ἑκάβη ὦ τέκνον τέκνον μελέας ματρὸς

Πολυξένη τί δὲ τόδʼ ἀγγελεῖς;

Ἑκάβη σφάξαι σʼ Ἀργείων κοινὰ συντείνει πρὸς τύμβον γνώμα Πηλείᾳ γέννᾳ. 190

Πολυξένη οἴμοι μᾶτερ, πῶς φθέγγῃ ἀμέγαρτα κακῶν; μάνυσόν μοι, μάνυσον, μᾶτερ.

Ἑκάβη αὐδῶ, παῖ, δυσφήμους φήμας· ἀγγέλλουσʼ Ἀργείων δόξαι 195 ψήφῳ τᾶς σᾶς περί μοι ψυχᾶς.

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Polyxena Oh! mother, mother, why do you call so loud? what news is it you have proclaimed, scaring me, like a cowering bird, from my chamber by this alarm?

Hecuba Alas, my daughter! 180

Polyxena Why this ominous address? it means sorrow for me.

Hecuba Woe for your life!

Polyxena Tell it, hide it no longer. Ah mother! how I dread, I dread the import of your loud laments. 185

Hecuba Ah my daughter! a luckless mother’s child!

Polyxena Why do you tell me this?

Hecuba The Argives with one consent are eager for your sacrifice to the son of Peleus at his tomb. 190

Polyxena Ah! my mother! how can you speak of such a dire mischance? Tell me all, mother, yes all!

Hecuba It is an ill-boding rumor I tell, my child; they bring me word that sentence is passed upon your life by the Argives’ vote. 195

Was rufst du mir, ach? Was meldest du mir, Theuerste, daß, wie der Vogel, du mich 175 Voll Angst und Schrecken hervorscheuchst?

Hekabe. Weh, weh mir, o Kind!

Polyxena. Was jammerst du? Traurig beginnst du mir da.

Hekabe. Dein Leben, o Kind

Polyxena. Sprich offen es aus, nicht lange verbirg's! 180 Wie faßt, o Mutter, wie fast mich die Angst! Warum seufzest du?

Hekabe. Mein Kind, der Unglückseligen Kind!

Polyxena. Was meldest du mir?

Hekabe. Der gemeinsame Schluß der Argeier 185 Stimmt ein, dich auf des Achilleus Grab Zu opfern, o Tochter.

Polyxena. Weh, weh! Du meldest, o Mutter, Unermeßliches Leid: o verkundige mir's, verkünde mir Alles! 190

Hekabe. Ich melde dir, Kind, das entsezliche Wort: Der vereinigte Rath des achaischen Heers Hat heute den Tod dir, Tochter, bestimmt.

Polyxena.

Stable identifiers

Πολυξένη

ἰώ·

μᾶτερ μᾶτερ τί βοᾷς; τί νέον

καρύξασʼ οἴκων μʼ ὥστʼ ὄρνιν

θάμβει τῷδʼ ἐξέπταξας;

Ἑκάβη

οἴμοι τέκνον.
180

Πολυξένη

τί με δυσφημεῖς; φροίμιά μοι κακά.

Ἑκάβη

αἰαῖ σᾶς ψυχᾶς.

Πολυξένη

ἐξαύδα· μὴ κρύψῃς δαρόν.

δειμαίνω δειμαίνω, μᾶτερ,

τί ποτʼ ἀναστένεις
185

Ἑκάβη

ὦ τέκνον τέκνον μελέας ματρὸς

Πολυξένη

τί δὲ τόδʼ ἀγγελεῖς;

Ἑκάβη

σφάξαι σʼ Ἀργείων κοινὰ

συντείνει πρὸς τύμβον γνώμα

Πηλείᾳ γέννᾳ.
190

Πολυξένη

οἴμοι μᾶτερ, πῶς φθέγγῃ

ἀμέγαρτα κακῶν; μάνυσόν μοι,

μάνυσον, μᾶτερ.

Ἑκάβη

αὐδῶ, παῖ, δυσφήμους φήμας·

ἀγγέλλουσʼ Ἀργείων δόξαι
195

ψήφῳ τᾶς σᾶς περί μοι ψυχᾶς.

Polyxena

Oh! mother, mother, why do you call so loud? what news is it you have proclaimed, scaring me, like a cowering bird, from my chamber by this alarm?

Hecuba

Alas, my daughter!
180

Polyxena

Why this ominous address? it means sorrow for me.

Hecuba

Woe for your life!

Polyxena

Tell it, hide it no longer. Ah mother! how I dread, I dread

the import of your loud laments.
185

Hecuba

Ah my daughter! a luckless mother’s child!

Polyxena

Why do you tell me this?

Hecuba

The Argives with one consent are eager for your sacrifice to the son of Peleus

at his tomb.
190

Polyxena

Ah! my mother! how can you speak of such a dire mischance? Tell me all, mother, yes all!

Hecuba

It is an ill-boding rumor I tell, my child;

they bring me word that sentence is passed upon your life by the Argives’ vote.
195

Was rufst du mir, ach? Was meldest du mir,

Theuerste, daß, wie der Vogel, du mich
175

Voll Angst und Schrecken hervorscheuchst?

Hekabe.

Weh, weh mir, o Kind!

Polyxena.

Was jammerst du? Traurig beginnst du mir da.

Hekabe.

Dein Leben, o Kind

Polyxena.

Sprich offen es aus, nicht lange verbirg's!
180

Wie faßt, o Mutter, wie fast mich die Angst!

Warum seufzest du?

Hekabe.

Mein Kind, der Unglückseligen Kind!

Polyxena.

Was meldest du mir?

Hekabe.

Der gemeinsame Schluß der Argeier
185

Stimmt ein, dich auf des Achilleus Grab

Zu opfern, o Tochter.

Polyxena.

Weh, weh! Du meldest, o Mutter,

Unermeßliches Leid: o verkundige mir's,

verkünde mir Alles!
190

Hekabe.

Ich melde dir, Kind, das entsezliche Wort:

Der vereinigte Rath des achaischen Heers

Hat heute den Tod dir, Tochter, bestimmt.