Euripides The Trojan Women 945

ed. Gilbert Murray

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εἶἑν.
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οὐ σέ, ἀλλʼ ἐμαυτὴν τοὐπὶ τῷδʼ ἐρήσομαι·
τί δὴ φρονοῦσά γʼ ἐκ δόμων ἅμʼ ἑσπόμην
ξένῳ, προδοῦσα πατρίδα καὶ δόμους ἐμούς;
τὴν θεὸν κόλαζε καὶ Διὸς κρείσσων γενοῦ,
ὃς τῶν μὲν ἄλλων δαιμόνων ἔχει κράτος,
κείνης δὲ δοῦλός ἐστι· συγγνώμη δʼ ἐμοί.
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ἔνθεν δʼ ἔχοις ἂν εἰς ἔμʼ εὐπρεπῆ λόγον·
ἐπεὶ θανὼν γῆς ἦλθʼ Ἀλέξανδρος μυχούς,
χρῆν μʼ, ἡνίκʼ οὐκ ἦν θεοπόνητά μου λέχη,
λιποῦσαν οἴκους ναῦς ἐπʼ Ἀργείων μολεῖν.
ἔσπευδον αὐτὸ τοῦτο· μάρτυρες δέ μοι
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πύργων πυλωροὶ κἀπὸ τειχέων σκοποί,
οἳ πολλάκις μʼ ἐφηῦρον ἐξ ἐπάλξεων
πλεκταῖσιν ἐς γῆν σῶμα κλέπτουσαν τόδε.
βίᾳ δʼ ὁ καινός μʼ οὗτος ἁρπάσας πόσις
Δηίφοβος ἄλοχον εἶχεν ἀκόντων Φρυγῶν.
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πῶς οὖν ἔτʼ ἂν θνῄσκοιμʼ ἂν ἐνδίκως, πόσι,
πρὸς σοῦ δικαίως, ἣν ὁ μὲν βίᾳ γαμεῖ,
τὰ δʼ οἴκοθεν κεῖνʼ ἀντὶ νικητηρίων
πικρῶς ἐδούλευσʼ; εἰ δὲ τῶν θεῶν κρατεῖν
βούλῃ, τὸ χρῄζειν ἀμαθές ἐστί σου τόδε.
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The Trojan Women. Euripides. ed. Gilbert Murray. Oxford. 1913.

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Τρῳάδες (Greek) (Euripides. Euripidis Fabulae, Vol. II. Murray, Gilbert, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1913. (Reprinted 1921-1962))

Translations (3)
The Trojan Women Perseus (Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Vol. I. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1906. (Modernized by Perseus.)) — 945 focus
Enough of this! For all that followed I must question myself, not you; what thought led me to follow the stranger from your house, traitress to my country and my home? Punish the goddess, show yourself more mighty even than Zeus, who, though he lords it over the other gods,
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is her slave; therefore I may well be pardoned. Still, from this you might draw a specious argument against me; when Paris died, and earth concealed his corpse, I should have left his house and sought the Argive fleet, since my marriage was no longer in the hands of gods.
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That was what I was eager to do; and the warders on the towers and watchmen on the walls can bear me witness, for often they found me seeking to let myself down stealthily by cords from the battlements but there was that new husband, Deiphobus, that carried me off
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by force to be his wife against the will of Troy . How then, my lord, could I be justly put to death . . . by you, with any show of right, seeing that he wedded me against my will, and those my other natural gifts have served a bitter slavery, instead of leading on to triumph? If it is your will indeed
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to master gods, that very wish displays your folly.
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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.)

No corresponding passage available

German (J. J. C. Donner, 1852; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (Euripides. Deutsch in den Versmaßen der Urschrift. Volume 3, Heidelberg: C. F. Winter, 1852. 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.) — 945 focus
Nicht dich befragen will ich nun, ich frage mich:
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Wo waren meine Sinne, daß ich deinem Haus
Entfloh, dem Fremdling folgte, Land und Haus verrieth?
Schilt auf die Göttin, über Zeus erhebe dich,
Der, Herr der andern Götter, doch der Sclave ward
Von dieser Göttin: werde denn auch mir verziehn!
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Doch - scheinbar zeihen könntest du mich Einer Schuld:
Als Alexandros zu den Schatten schied, und mich
Kein Gott in neuer Ehe band, so mußt' ich wohl
Das Haus verlassen und zu Hellas' Schiffen fliehn.
Dies wollt' ich auch vollfuhren: das bezeugen mir
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Die Spåher dort auf Mauern, hier auf Thurmeshöhn,
Die manchesmal mich trafen, wann ich ingeheim
Am Strick von hoher Zinne mich hinunterließ.
Doch raubte mich der neue Gatte hier und ward,
Troz allen Phrygern, mein Gemahl, Deiphobos.
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Wie sturb' ich nun, mein Gatte, noch gerecht durch dich,
Ich, welche dieser mit Gewalt zum Weibe nahm,
Und der die Schönheit statt der Siegeskränze nur
Mit bittrer Knechtschaft lohnte? Willst du großer sein
Als Götter, dies zu wollen nur ist Thorenwahn.
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