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Cyclops to the Chorus-Leader You lie. For my part, I put more trust in this man than in RhadamanthysLegendary ruler of Crete and judge in the Underworld, famous for his justice. and think him more honest. But I wish to ask a question. Where have you sailed from? What is your country? What city was it that brought you up? Odysseus We are men of Ithaca by birth, and it is from Ilium, after sacking the city, that we have come to your land, Cyclops, blown off-course by sea-storms. Cyclops Are you the ones who went to punish Ilium on the Scamander for the theft of the worthless Helen? Odysseus Yes, we are the ones who endured that terrible toil. Cyclops Disgraceful expedition, to sail for the sake of one woman to the land of the Phrygians! Odysseus It was the doing of a god: blame no mortal for it. But, o noble son of the sea-god, we at once entreat you and give you our frank censure: do not have the hardness to kill benefactors who have come to your house and to make of them a g
Chorus Leader My views about seers agree exactly with this old man's; whoever has the gods as friends would have the best prophecy at home. Helen All right; so far all is well. But how you were saved, my poor husband, from Troy, there is no gain in knowing, yet friends have a desire to learn what their friends have suffered. Menelaos Truly you have asked a great deal all at once. Why should I tell you about our losses in the Aegean, and Nauplios' beacons on Euboia, and my visits to Crete and the cities of Libya, and the mountain-peaks of Perseus? For I would not satisfy you with the tale, and by telling you these evils I would suffer still, as I did when I experienced them; and so my grief would be doubled. Helen Your answer is better than my question. Leave out the rest, and tell me only this: how long were you a weary wanderer over the surface of the sea? Menelaos Besides those ten years in Troy, I went through seven cycles of years on board ship. Helen Alas, poor man, yo
Chorus Or is it your husband, the nobly born king of the Erechtheid Athenians? Does some other woman rule his passion, someone in the palace, making love to him apart from your bed? Or has some sailor from Crete put in at that harbor most hospitable to sailors bearing news to the queen, and is her soul for this reason bound bedfast in grief over her misfortunes?