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. Hence with my child as booty am I borne; the noble
  2. are brought to slavery—a bitter change.
Hecuba
  1. This is necessity’s grim law; it was just now that Cassandra was torn with brutal violence from my arms.
Andromache
  1. Alas, alas! it seems a second Aias has appeared to wrong your daughter; but there are other ills for you.
Hecuba
  1. Yes, beyond all count or measure are my sorrows; evil vies with evil in the struggle to be first.
Andromache
  1. Your daughter Polyxena is dead, slain at Achilles’ tomb, an offering to his lifeless corpse.
Hecuba
  1. O woe is me! This is that riddle Talthybius
  2. long ago told me, a truth obscurely uttered.