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. Have no tidings come of the possible arrival of Peleus?
Maid
  1. He is too old to help thee if he came.
Andromache
  1. And yet I sent for him more than once.
Maid
  1. Surely thou dost not suppose that any of thy messengers heed thee?
Andromache
  1. Why should they? Wilt thou then go for me?
Maid
  1. How shall I explain my long absence from the house?
Andromache
  1. Thou art a woman; thou canst invent a hundred ways.
Maid
  1. There is a risk, for Hermione keeps no careless guard.
Andromache
  1. Dost look to that? Thou art disowning thy friends in distress.
Maid
  1. Not so; never taunt me with that. I will go, for
    of a truth a
  2. woman and a slave is not of much account, e’en if aught befall, me.
Andromache
  1. Go then, while I will tell to heaven the lengthy tale of lamentation, mourning, and weeping, that has ever been my hard lot; for ’tis woman’s way to delight in present misfortunes