Andromache

Euripides

Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Translated into English Prose from the Text of Paley. Vol. II. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1891.

  1. slopes, in the hour Cassandra, standing by the holy bay-tree, cried out, Slay him, for he will bring most grievous bane on Priam’s town. To every prince she went, to every elder sued
  2. for the babe’s destruction.
Chorus
  1. Ah! had they listened,
    Ilium’s daughters ne’er had felt the yoke of slavery, and[*](σύ τ᾽ ἂν. So Pflugk for οὔτε σὺ.) thou, lady, hadst been established in the royal palace[*](i.e. as queen in Troy after Priam’s death.); and Hellas had been freed of all the anguish
  2. she suffered during[*](Hermann’s emendation ὅτ᾽ for οὓς.) those ten long years her sons went wandering, spear in hand, around the walls of Troy; brides had never been left desolate, nor hoary fathers childless.
Menelaus
  1. Behold I bring thy son with me, whom thou didst steal away to a neighbour’s house
  2. without my daughter’s knowledge. Thou wert so sure this image of the goddess would protect thee and those who hid him, but thou hast not proved clever enough for Menelaus. And so if thou refuse to leave thy station here,
  3. he shall be slain instead of thee. Wherefore weigh it well: wilt die thyself, or see him slain for the sin whereof thou art guilty against me and my daughter?
Andromache
  1. O fame, fame! full many a man ere
  2. now of no account hast thou to high estate exalted. Those, indeed, who truly have a fair repute, I count blest; but those who get it by false pretences, I will never allow have aught but the accidental appearance of wisdom. Thou for instance, caitiff that thou art, didst thou ever wrest
  3. Troy from Priam with thy picked troops of Hellenes? thou that hast raised such a storm, at the word of thy daughter, a mere child, and hast entered the lists with a poor captive; unworthy I count thee of Troy’s capture, and Troy still more disgraced by thy victory.
  4. Those who only in appearance are men of sense make an outward show, but inwardly resemble the common herd, save it be in wealth, which is their chiefest strength.[*](Lines 330-332 are condemned by Dobree and bracketed by Nauck as spurious.)
  5. Come now, Menelaus, let us discuss this argument.
    Suppose I am slain[*](τέθνηκα δὴ, Reiske.) by thy daughter, and she work her will on me,