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. Ah me!
Andromache
  1. Why do you in note of woe utter the dirge that is mine?
Hecuba
  1. Alas—
Andromache
  1. For these sorrows—
Hecuba
  1. O Zeus—
Andromache
  1. And for this calamity.
Hecuba
  1. O my children!
Andromache
  1. Our day is past.
Hecuba
  1. Joy is gone, Troy is gone.
Andromache
  1. Unhappy!
Hecuba
  1. For my gallant sons
Andromache
  1. Alas!
Hecuba
  1. Alas indeed, for my
Andromache
  1. Misery!
Hecuba
  1. Piteous the fate
Andromache
  1. Of our city,
Hecuba
  1. Smouldering in the smoke.
Andromache
  1. Come to me, my husband, come to me!