Euripides, The Trojan Women, Johann Jakob Christian Donner (Translator), 153

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Was jammerst du, Frau? Was klagst du so sehr?

Was soll dein Wort? In den Zelten vernahm

Ich das Jammergeschrei, das du trauernd erhebst,

Und Schrecken durchbebt die Gemuther der Frau'n

Von Troja, die dort in den Zelten umher
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Ihr Geschick lautweinend beklagen.

Hekabe.

Mein Kind, schon rührt sich des Nuderers Hand,¹

Strebt schon zu den Schiffen Achaa's.

Ich Elende, weh !

Der Halbchor.

Was wollen sie doch? Wohl führen sie schon
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Mich Arme hinweg aus dem heimischen Land?

Hekabe.

Weiß nicht, doch ahn' ich das Ungluck.

Der Halbchor.

Unselige, weh! Bald hårt ihr den Ruf:²

„Aus den Zelten hervor, ihr troischen Fraun!

Zu der Heimfahrt rüstet sich Hellas."
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Hekabe.

Ha! Führet mir nun die Begeisterte nicht,

Kassandra, heraus von den Zelten,

Die Månade, die Schmach der Argeier;

So fügtet ihr Leid zu dem Leide!

Unglückliche Troja, dahin bist du!
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Unglückliche sind, die schieden von dir,³

Die Lebendigen so wie die Todten!

(eilt herbei).

Der zweite Halbchor

The Trojan Women. Euripides. Johann Jakob Christian Donner (Translator). . .

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Editions (1)

Τρῳάδες Perseus (Euripides. Euripidis Fabulae, Vol. II. Murray, Gilbert, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1913. (Reprinted 1921-1962)) — 98-229 focus

Ἑκάβη

ἄνα, δύσδαιμον, πεδόθεν κεφαλή·

ἐπάειρε δέρην· οὐκέτι Τροία

τάδε καὶ βασιλῆς ἐσμεν Τροίας.
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μεταβαλλομένου δαίμονος ἀνέχου.

πλεῖ κατὰ πορθμόν, πλεῖ κατὰ δαίμονα,

μηδὲ προσίστω πρῷραν βιότου

πρὸς κῦμα πλέουσα τύχαισιν.

αἰαῖ αἰαῖ.
105

τί γὰρ οὐ πάρα μοι μελέᾳ στενάχειν,

ᾗ πατρὶς ἔρρει καὶ τέκνα καὶ πόσις;

ὦ πολὺς ὄγκος συστελλόμενος

προγόνων, ὡς οὐδὲν ἄρʼ ἦσθα.

τί με χρὴ σιγᾶν; τί δὲ μὴ σιγᾶν;
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τί δὲ θρηνῆσαι;

δύστηνος ἐγὼ τῆς βαρυδαίμονος

ἄρθρων κλίσεως, ὡς διάκειμαι,

νῶτʼ ἐν στερροῖς λέκτροισι ταθεῖσʼ.

οἴμοι κεφαλῆς, οἴμοι κροτάφων
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πλευρῶν θʼ, ὥς μοι πόθος εἱλίξαι

καὶ διαδοῦναι νῶτον ἄκανθάν τʼ

εἰς ἀμφοτέρους τοίχους, μελέων

ἐπὶ τοὺς αἰεὶ δακρύων ἐλέγους.

μοῦσα δὲ χαὕτη τοῖς δυστήνοις
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ἄτας κελαδεῖν ἀχορεύτους.

122

Ἑκάβη

πρῷραι ναῶν, ὠκείαις

Ἴλιον ἱερὰν αἳ κώπαις

διʼ ἅλα πορφυροειδέα καὶ

λιμένας Ἑλλάδος εὐόρμους
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αὐλῶν παιᾶνι στυγνῷ

συρίγγων τʼ εὐφθόγγων φωνᾷ

βαίνουσαι πλεκτὰν Αἰγύπτου

παιδείαν ἐξηρτήσασθʼ,

αἰαῖ, Τροίας ἐν κόλποις
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τὰν Μενελάου μετανισόμεναι

στυγνὰν ἄλοχον, Κάστορι λώβαν

τῷ τʼ Εὐρώτᾳ δυσκλείαν,

ἃ σφάζει μὲν

τὸν πεντήκοντʼ ἀροτῆρα τέκνων
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Πρίαμον, ἐμέ τε μελέαν Ἑκάβαν

ἐς τάνδʼ ἐξώκειλʼ ἄταν.

ὤμοι, θάκους οἵους θάσσω,

σκηναῖς ἐφέδρους Ἀγαμεμνονίαις.

δούλα δʼ ἄγομαι
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γραῦς ἐξ οἴκων πενθήρη

κρᾶτʼ ἐκπορθηθεῖσʼ οἰκτρῶς.

ἀλλʼ ὦ τῶν χαλκεγχέων Τρώων

ἄλοχοι μέλεαι,

καὶ κοῦραι κοῦραι δύσνυμφοι,

τύφεται Ἴλιον, αἰάζωμεν.
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μάτηρ δʼ ὡσεί τις πτανοῖς

ὄρνισιν, ὅπως ἐξάρξω ʼγὼ

κλαγγάν, μολπάν, οὐ τὰν αὐτὰν

οἵαν ποτὲ δὴ

σκήπτρῳ Πριάμου διερειδομένα
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ποδὸς ἀρχεχόρου πληγαῖς Φρυγίους

εὐκόμποις ἐξῆρχον θεούς.

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Ἡμιχόριον Α

Ἑκάβη, τί θροεῖς; τί δὲ θωΰσσεις;

ποῖ λόγος ἥκει; διὰ γὰρ μελάθρων

ἄιον οἴκτους οὓς οἰκτίζῃ.
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διὰ δὲ στέρνων φόβος ἄισσεν

Τρῳάσιν, αἳ τῶνδʼ οἴκων εἴσω

δουλείαν αἰάζουσιν.

Ἑκάβη

ὦ τέκνʼ, Ἀργείων πρὸς ναῦς ἤδη

Ἡμιχόριον Α

κινεῖται κωπήρης χείρ;
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οἲ ἐγώ, τί θέλουσʼ, ἦ πού μʼ ἤδη

ναυσθλώσουσιν πατρίας ἐκ γᾶς;

Ἑκάβη

οὐκ οἶδʼ, εἰκάζω δʼ ἄταν.

Ἡμιχόριον Α

ἰὼ ἰώ.

μέλεαι μόχθων ἐπακουσόμεναι
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Τρῳάδες, ἔξω κομίζεσθʼ οἴκων·

στέλλουσʼ Ἀργεῖοι νόστον.

Ἑκάβη

αἶ, αἶ.

μή νύν μοι τὰν

ἐκβακχεύουσαν Κασάνδραν,
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αἰσχύναν Ἀργείοισιν,

πέμψητʼ ἔξω,

μαινάδʼ, ἐπʼ ἄλγει δʼ ἀλγυνθῶ.

ἰώ.

Τροία Τροία δύστανʼ, ἔρρεις,

δύστανοι δʼ οἵ σʼ ἐκλείποντες

καὶ ζῶντες καὶ δμαθέντες.
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Ἡμιχόριον Β

οἴμοι. τρομερὰ σκηνὰς ἔλιπον

τάσδʼ Ἀγαμέμνονος ἐπακουσομένα,

βασίλεια, σέθεν· μή με κτείνειν

δόξʼ Ἀργείων κεῖται μελέαν;

ἢ κατὰ πρύμνας ἤδη ναῦται
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στέλλονται κινεῖν κώπας;

Ἑκάβη

ὦ τέκνον, ὀρθρεύου σὰν ψυχάν.

Ἡμιχόριον Β

ἐκπληχθεῖσʼ ἦλθον φρίκᾳ.

ἤδη τις ἔβα Δαναῶν κῆρυξ;

τῷ πρόσκειμαι δούλα τλάμων;
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Ἑκάβη

ἐγγύς που κεῖσαι κλήρου.

Ἡμιχόριον Β

ἰὼ ἰώ.

τίς μʼ Ἀργείων ἢ Φθιωτᾶν

ἢ νησαίαν μʼ ἄξει χώραν

δύστανον πόρσω Τροίας;

Ἑκάβη

φεῦ φεῦ.
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τῷ δʼ ἁ τλάμων

ποῦ πᾷ γαίας δουλεύσω γραῦς,

ὡς κηφήν, ἁ δειλαία,

νεκροῦ μορφά,

νεκύων ἀμενηνὸν ἄγαλμα,

αἰαῖ

τὰν παρὰ προθύροις φυλακὰν κατέχουσʼ

ἢ παίδων θρέπτειρʼ, ἃ Τροίας
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ἀρχαγοὺς εἶχον τιμάς;

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Χορός

αἰαῖ αἰαῖ, ποίοις δʼ οἴκτοις

τὰν σὰν λύμαν ἐξαιάζεις;

οὐκ Ἰδαίοις ἱστοῖς κερκίδα

δινεύουσʼ ἐξαλλάξω.
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νέατον τεκέων σώματα λεύσσω,

νέατον

μόχθους ἕξω κρείσσους,

ἢ λέκτροις πλαθεῖσʼ Ἑλλάνων

ʽἑ̓́ρροι νὺξ αὕτα καὶ δαίμων.ʼ

ἢ Πειρήνας ὑδρευσομένα
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πρόσπολος οἰκτρὰ σεμνῶν ὑδάτων.

τὰν κλεινὰν εἴθʼ ἔλθοιμεν

Θησέως εὐδαίμονα χώραν.

μὴ γὰρ δὴ δίναν γʼ Εὐρώτα,
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τὰν ἐχθίσταν θεράπναν Ἑλένας,

ἔνθʼ ἀντάσω Μενέλᾳ δούλα,

τῷ τᾶς Τροίας πορθητᾷ.

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Χορός

τὰν Πηνειοῦ σεμνὰν χώραν,

κρηπῖδʼ Οὐλύμπου καλλίσταν,
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ὄλβῳ βρίθειν φάμαν ἤκουσʼ

εὐθαλεῖ τʼ εὐκαρπείᾳ·

τάδε δεύτερά μοι μετὰ τὰν ἱερὰν

Θησέως ζαθέαν ἐλθεῖν χώραν.

καὶ τὰν Αἰτναίαν Ἡφαίστου
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Φοινίκας ἀντήρη χώραν,

Σικελῶν ὀρέων ματέρʼ, ἀκούω

καρύσσεσθαι στεφάνοις ἀρετᾶς.

τάν τʼ ἀγχιστεύουσαν γᾶν

Ἰονίῳ ναύται πόντῳ,
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ἃν ὑγραίνει καλλιστεύων

ὁ ξανθὰν χαίταν πυρσαίνων

Κρᾶθις ζαθέαις πηγαῖσι τρέφων

εὔανδρόν τʼ ὀλβίζων γᾶν.

Translations (2)

The Trojan Women Perseus (Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Vol. I. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1906. (Modernized by Perseus.)) — 98-225 focus

Hecuba

Lift your head, unhappy one, from the ground; raise up your neck; this is Troy no more,

no longer am I queen in Ilium . Though fortune change, endure your lot; sail with the stream, and follow fortune’s tack, do not steer your ship of life against the tide, since chance must guide your course.
100

Ah me! ah me! What else but tears is now my hapless lot, whose country, children, husband, all are lost? Ah! the high-blown pride of ancestors, humbled! how brought to nothing after all!
105

What woe must I suppress, or what declare? What plaintive dirge shall I awake? Ah, woe is me! the anguish I suffer lying here stretched upon this hard pallet!
110

O my head, my temples, my side! How I long to turn over, and lie now on this, now on that, to rest my back and spine, while ceaselessly my tearful wail ascends.
115

For even this is music to the wretched, to chant their cheerless dirge of sorrow.
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122

Hecuba

You swift-prowed ships, rowed to sacred Ilium over the deep dark sea,

past the fair havens of Hellas , to the flute’s ill-omened music and the dulcet voice of pipes,
125

to the bays of Troy , alas! where you tied your hawsers, twisted handiwork from Egypt , in quest of that hateful wife of Menelaus, who brought disgrace on Castor, and on Eurotas foul reproach; who murdered
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Priam, the father of fifty children; the cause why I, the unhappy Hecuba, have wrecked my life upon this disastrous strand. Oh that I should sit here, over against the tent of Agamemnon!
135

As a slave I am led away from my home, an old woman, while from my head the hair is piteously shorn for grief. Ah! unhappy wives of those armored sons of Troy ! Ah! poor maidens, luckless brides,
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come weep, for Ilium is now a smouldering ruin; and I, like some mother-bird that over her fledgelings screams, will begin the strain; not the same as that
145

I once sang to the gods, as I leaned on Priam’s staff and beat with my foot in Phrygian time to lead the dance!
150

153

First Semi-Chorus

O Hecuba! why these cries, these piercing shrieks? What do your words mean? For I heard your piteous wail

echo through the building, and a pang of terror shoots through each captive Trojan’s breast, as within these walls they mourn their slavish lot.
155

Hecuba

My child, even now at the ships of the Argives—

First Semi-Chorus

¹The rower’s hand is busy?
160

Ah, woe is me! what is their intent? Will they really carry me away from my country in their fleet?

Hecuba

I do not know, though I guess our doom.

First Semi-Chorus

O misery!

woe to us Trojan women, soon to hear of our troubles: Come out of the house, the Argives are preparing to return.
165

Hecuba

Oh! please do not bid the

wild Cassandra leave her chamber, the frantic prophetess, for Argives to insult, nor to my griefs add yet another. Woe to you, ill-fated Troy , Troy , your sun is set; and woe to your unhappy children, living and dead alike,
170

who are leaving you behind!
175

176

Second Semi-Chorus

With trembling step, alas! I leave this tent of Agamemnon to learn of you, my royal mistress, whether the Argives have resolved to take my wretched life, or

whether the sailors at the prow are making ready to ply their oars.
180

Hecuba

My child, your wakeful heart!

Second Semi-Chorus

I have come, stricken with terror. Has a herald from the Danaids already arrived?

To whom am I, poor captive, given as a slave?
185

Hecuba

You are not far from being allotted now.

Second Semi-Chorus

Alas! What man of Argos or Phthia will bear me in sorrow far from Troy , to his home, or to some island fastness?

Hecuba

Ah! ah! Whose slave shall I become in my old age? in what land? a poor old drone, the wretched copy of a corpse, alas! set to keep the gate
190

or tend their children, I who once held royal rank in Troy .
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Chorus

Alas, alas! What piteous dirge will you devise to mourn the outrage done you? No more through Ida’s looms

shall I ply the shuttle to and fro. I look my last on my children’s bodies, my last; I shall endure surpassing misery, it may be as the unwilling bride of some Hellene (perish the night and fortune that brings me to this!);
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it may be as a wretched slave from Peirene’s sacred fount I shall draw their store of water. Oh! may it be ours to come to Theseus’ famous realm, a land of joy.
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Never, never let me see Eurotas’ swirling tide, hateful home of Helen, there to meet and be the slave of Menelaus, whose hand laid Troy waste!
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214

Chorus

That holy land by Peneus fed,

nestling in all its beauty at Olympus ’ foot, is said, so have I heard, to be a very granary of wealth and teeming fruitfulness; next to the sacred soil of Theseus, I could wish to reach that land.
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They tell me too Hephaestus’ home, beneath the shadow of Aetna , fronting Phoenicia , the mother of Sicilian hills, is famous for the crowns it gives to valor. Or may I find a home on that shore which lies very near
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Ionia ’s sea, a land watered by Crathis, lovely stream, that dyes the hair an auburn tint, feeding with its holy waves and making glad the home of heroes.
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The Trojan Dames (OCR draft) Experimental (The Trojan Dames. Robert Potter's English verse translation, first published in 1781–1783; text from the 1808 Oxford printing.)

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The Trojan Women

1. [OCR note; compare the printed page.] L. ὦ τέκνον und δὴ f. ἤδη.

2. [OCR note; compare the printed page.] L. μέλεαι μόχθων, ἐπακσόμεναι, quæ audituræ sitis has voces: mulieres trojanæ, prodite cet.

3. [OCR note; compare the printed page.] L. οἱ σ' ἐκλείποντες.

Euripides The Trojan Women 153

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Was jammerst du, Frau? Was klagst du so sehr?

Was soll dein Wort? In den Zelten vernahm

Ich das Jammergeschrei, das du trauernd erhebst,

Und Schrecken durchbebt die Gemuther der Frau'n

Von Troja, die dort in den Zelten umher
155

Ihr Geschick lautweinend beklagen.

Hekabe.

Mein Kind, schon rührt sich des Nuderers Hand,¹

Strebt schon zu den Schiffen Achaa's.

Ich Elende, weh !

Der Halbchor.

Was wollen sie doch? Wohl führen sie schon
160

Mich Arme hinweg aus dem heimischen Land?

Hekabe.

Weiß nicht, doch ahn' ich das Ungluck.

Der Halbchor.

Unselige, weh! Bald hårt ihr den Ruf:²

„Aus den Zelten hervor, ihr troischen Fraun!

Zu der Heimfahrt rüstet sich Hellas."
165

Hekabe.

Ha! Führet mir nun die Begeisterte nicht,

Kassandra, heraus von den Zelten,

Die Månade, die Schmach der Argeier;

So fügtet ihr Leid zu dem Leide!

Unglückliche Troja, dahin bist du!
170

Unglückliche sind, die schieden von dir,³

Die Lebendigen so wie die Todten!

(eilt herbei).

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Ἑκάβη

ὦ τέκνʼ, Ἀργείων πρὸς ναῦς ἤδη

Ἡμιχόριον Α

κινεῖται κωπήρης χείρ;
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οἲ ἐγώ, τί θέλουσʼ, ἦ πού μʼ ἤδη

ναυσθλώσουσιν πατρίας ἐκ γᾶς;

Ἑκάβη

οὐκ οἶδʼ, εἰκάζω δʼ ἄταν.

Ἡμιχόριον Α

ἰὼ ἰώ.

μέλεαι μόχθων ἐπακουσόμεναι
165

Τρῳάδες, ἔξω κομίζεσθʼ οἴκων·

στέλλουσʼ Ἀργεῖοι νόστον.

Ἑκάβη

ὦ τέκνον, ὀρθρεύου σὰν ψυχάν.

Ἡμιχόριον Β

ἐκπληχθεῖσʼ ἦλθον φρίκᾳ.

ἤδη τις ἔβα Δαναῶν κῆρυξ;

τῷ πρόσκειμαι δούλα τλάμων;
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Ἑκάβη

ἐγγύς που κεῖσαι κλήρου.

Ἡμιχόριον Β

ἰὼ ἰώ.

τίς μʼ Ἀργείων ἢ Φθιωτᾶν

ἢ νησαίαν μʼ ἄξει χώραν

δύστανον πόρσω Τροίας;

First Semi-Chorus

O Hecuba! why these cries, these piercing shrieks? What do your words mean? For I heard your piteous wail

echo through the building, and a pang of terror shoots through each captive Trojan’s breast, as within these walls they mourn their slavish lot.
155

Hecuba

My child, even now at the ships of the Argives—

First Semi-Chorus

¹The rower’s hand is busy?
160

Ah, woe is me! what is their intent? Will they really carry me away from my country in their fleet?

Hecuba

I do not know, though I guess our doom.

First Semi-Chorus

O misery!

woe to us Trojan women, soon to hear of our troubles: Come out of the house, the Argives are preparing to return.
165

Hecuba

Oh! please do not bid the

wild Cassandra leave her chamber, the frantic prophetess, for Argives to insult, nor to my griefs add yet another. Woe to you, ill-fated Troy , Troy , your sun is set; and woe to your unhappy children, living and dead alike,
170

who are leaving you behind!
175

Second Semi-Chorus

With trembling step, alas! I leave this tent of Agamemnon to learn of you, my royal mistress, whether the Argives have resolved to take my wretched life, or

whether the sailors at the prow are making ready to ply their oars.
180

Hecuba

My child, your wakeful heart!

Second Semi-Chorus

I have come, stricken with terror. Has a herald from the Danaids already arrived?

To whom am I, poor captive, given as a slave?
185

Hecuba

You are not far from being allotted now.

Second Semi-Chorus

Alas! What man of Argos or Phthia will bear me in sorrow far from Troy , to his home, or to some island fastness?

Hecuba

Ah! ah! Whose slave shall I become in my old age? in what land? a poor old drone, the wretched copy of a corpse, alas! set to keep the gate
190

or tend their children, I who once held royal rank in Troy .
195

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Was jammerst du, Frau? Was klagst du so sehr? Was soll dein Wort? In den Zelten vernahm Ich das Jammergeschrei, das du trauernd erhebst, Und Schrecken durchbebt die Gemuther der Frau'n Von Troja, die dort in den Zelten umher 155 Ihr Geschick lautweinend beklagen.

Hekabe. Mein Kind, schon rührt sich des Nuderers Hand, 1 Strebt schon zu den Schiffen Achaa's. Ich Elende, weh !

Der Halbchor. Was wollen sie doch? Wohl führen sie schon 160 Mich Arme hinweg aus dem heimischen Land?

Hekabe. Weiß nicht, doch ahn' ich das Ungluck.

Der Halbchor. Unselige, weh! Bald hårt ihr den Ruf: 2 „Aus den Zelten hervor, ihr troischen Fraun! Zu der Heimfahrt rüstet sich Hellas." 165

Hekabe. Ha! Führet mir nun die Begeisterte nicht, Kassandra, heraus von den Zelten, Die Månade, die Schmach der Argeier; So fügtet ihr Leid zu dem Leide! Unglückliche Troja, dahin bist du! 170 Unglückliche sind, die schieden von dir, 3 Die Lebendigen so wie die Todten! (eilt herbei).

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Ἑκάβη ὦ τέκνʼ, Ἀργείων πρὸς ναῦς ἤδη

Ἡμιχόριον Α κινεῖται κωπήρης χείρ; 160 οἲ ἐγώ, τί θέλουσʼ, ἦ πού μʼ ἤδη ναυσθλώσουσιν πατρίας ἐκ γᾶς;

Ἑκάβη οὐκ οἶδʼ, εἰκάζω δʼ ἄταν.

Ἡμιχόριον Α ἰὼ ἰώ. μέλεαι μόχθων ἐπακουσόμεναι 165 Τρῳάδες, ἔξω κομίζεσθʼ οἴκων· στέλλουσʼ Ἀργεῖοι νόστον.

Ἑκάβη ὦ τέκνον, ὀρθρεύου σὰν ψυχάν.

Ἡμιχόριον Β ἐκπληχθεῖσʼ ἦλθον φρίκᾳ. ἤδη τις ἔβα Δαναῶν κῆρυξ; τῷ πρόσκειμαι δούλα τλάμων; 185

Ἑκάβη ἐγγύς που κεῖσαι κλήρου.

Ἡμιχόριον Β ἰὼ ἰώ. τίς μʼ Ἀργείων ἢ Φθιωτᾶν ἢ νησαίαν μʼ ἄξει χώραν δύστανον πόρσω Τροίας;

First Semi-Chorus O Hecuba! why these cries, these piercing shrieks? What do your words mean? For I heard your piteous wail echo through the building, and a pang of terror shoots through each captive Trojan’s breast, as within these walls they mourn their slavish lot. 155

Hecuba My child, even now at the ships of the Argives—

First Semi-Chorus 1 The rower’s hand is busy? 160 Ah, woe is me! what is their intent? Will they really carry me away from my country in their fleet?

Hecuba I do not know, though I guess our doom.

First Semi-Chorus O misery! woe to us Trojan women, soon to hear of our troubles: Come out of the house, the Argives are preparing to return. 165

Hecuba Oh! please do not bid the wild Cassandra leave her chamber, the frantic prophetess, for Argives to insult, nor to my griefs add yet another. Woe to you, ill-fated Troy , Troy , your sun is set; and woe to your unhappy children, living and dead alike, 170 who are leaving you behind! 175

Second Semi-Chorus With trembling step, alas! I leave this tent of Agamemnon to learn of you, my royal mistress, whether the Argives have resolved to take my wretched life, or whether the sailors at the prow are making ready to ply their oars. 180

Hecuba My child, your wakeful heart!

Second Semi-Chorus I have come, stricken with terror. Has a herald from the Danaids already arrived? To whom am I, poor captive, given as a slave? 185

Hecuba You are not far from being allotted now.

Second Semi-Chorus Alas! What man of Argos or Phthia will bear me in sorrow far from Troy , to his home, or to some island fastness?

Hecuba Ah! ah! Whose slave shall I become in my old age? in what land? a poor old drone, the wretched copy of a corpse, alas! set to keep the gate 190 or tend their children, I who once held royal rank in Troy . 195

Notes on the current edition

Stable identifiers

Was jammerst du, Frau? Was klagst du so sehr?

Was soll dein Wort? In den Zelten vernahm

Ich das Jammergeschrei, das du trauernd erhebst,

Und Schrecken durchbebt die Gemuther der Frau'n

Von Troja, die dort in den Zelten umher
155

Ihr Geschick lautweinend beklagen.

Hekabe.

Mein Kind, schon rührt sich des Nuderers Hand,¹

Strebt schon zu den Schiffen Achaa's.

Ich Elende, weh !

Der Halbchor.

Was wollen sie doch? Wohl führen sie schon
160

Mich Arme hinweg aus dem heimischen Land?

Hekabe.

Weiß nicht, doch ahn' ich das Ungluck.

Der Halbchor.

Unselige, weh! Bald hårt ihr den Ruf:²

„Aus den Zelten hervor, ihr troischen Fraun!

Zu der Heimfahrt rüstet sich Hellas."
165

Hekabe.

Ha! Führet mir nun die Begeisterte nicht,

Kassandra, heraus von den Zelten,

Die Månade, die Schmach der Argeier;

So fügtet ihr Leid zu dem Leide!

Unglückliche Troja, dahin bist du!
170

Unglückliche sind, die schieden von dir,³

Die Lebendigen so wie die Todten!

(eilt herbei).

Ἑκάβη

ὦ τέκνʼ, Ἀργείων πρὸς ναῦς ἤδη

Ἡμιχόριον Α

κινεῖται κωπήρης χείρ;
160

οἲ ἐγώ, τί θέλουσʼ, ἦ πού μʼ ἤδη

ναυσθλώσουσιν πατρίας ἐκ γᾶς;

Ἑκάβη

οὐκ οἶδʼ, εἰκάζω δʼ ἄταν.

Ἡμιχόριον Α

ἰὼ ἰώ.

μέλεαι μόχθων ἐπακουσόμεναι
165

Τρῳάδες, ἔξω κομίζεσθʼ οἴκων·

στέλλουσʼ Ἀργεῖοι νόστον.

Ἑκάβη

ὦ τέκνον, ὀρθρεύου σὰν ψυχάν.

Ἡμιχόριον Β

ἐκπληχθεῖσʼ ἦλθον φρίκᾳ.

ἤδη τις ἔβα Δαναῶν κῆρυξ;

τῷ πρόσκειμαι δούλα τλάμων;
185

Ἑκάβη

ἐγγύς που κεῖσαι κλήρου.

Ἡμιχόριον Β

ἰὼ ἰώ.

τίς μʼ Ἀργείων ἢ Φθιωτᾶν

ἢ νησαίαν μʼ ἄξει χώραν

δύστανον πόρσω Τροίας;

First Semi-Chorus

O Hecuba! why these cries, these piercing shrieks? What do your words mean? For I heard your piteous wail

echo through the building, and a pang of terror shoots through each captive Trojan’s breast, as within these walls they mourn their slavish lot.
155

Hecuba

My child, even now at the ships of the Argives—

First Semi-Chorus

¹The rower’s hand is busy?
160

Ah, woe is me! what is their intent? Will they really carry me away from my country in their fleet?

Hecuba

I do not know, though I guess our doom.

First Semi-Chorus

O misery!

woe to us Trojan women, soon to hear of our troubles: Come out of the house, the Argives are preparing to return.
165

Hecuba

Oh! please do not bid the

wild Cassandra leave her chamber, the frantic prophetess, for Argives to insult, nor to my griefs add yet another. Woe to you, ill-fated Troy , Troy , your sun is set; and woe to your unhappy children, living and dead alike,
170

who are leaving you behind!
175

Second Semi-Chorus

With trembling step, alas! I leave this tent of Agamemnon to learn of you, my royal mistress, whether the Argives have resolved to take my wretched life, or

whether the sailors at the prow are making ready to ply their oars.
180

Hecuba

My child, your wakeful heart!

Second Semi-Chorus

I have come, stricken with terror. Has a herald from the Danaids already arrived?

To whom am I, poor captive, given as a slave?
185

Hecuba

You are not far from being allotted now.

Second Semi-Chorus

Alas! What man of Argos or Phthia will bear me in sorrow far from Troy , to his home, or to some island fastness?

Hecuba

Ah! ah! Whose slave shall I become in my old age? in what land? a poor old drone, the wretched copy of a corpse, alas! set to keep the gate
190

or tend their children, I who once held royal rank in Troy .
195