The Trojan Women

Euripides

Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Translated into English Prose from the Text of Paley. Vol. I. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1906.

  1. She too was a chosen prize; Achilles’ son took her.
Hecuba
  1. As for me
  2. whose hair is white with age, who need to hold a staff to be to me a third foot, whose servant am I to be?
Talthybius
  1. Odysseus, king of Ithaca, has taken you to be his slave.
Hecuba
  1. Oh, oh! Now smite the close-shorn head!
  2. tear your cheeks with your nails! Ah me! I have fallen as a slave to a treacherous foe I hate, a monster of lawlessness,
  3. one that by his double tongue has turned against us all that once was friendly in his camp, changing this for that and that for this again. Oh weep for me, you Trojan women! Lost and ill-fated!
  4. Ah woe! a victim to a most unhappy lot!