Named Entity Results, Troy (Turkey)

Chorus O Phoebus, who built high the fair-walled rock of Troy, and you, Lord of the Deep, who ride your chariot with horses the color of the sea over the salt main, why did you deprive your hand of its cunning craftsmanship, and put it at the service of Ares, Lord of the Spear, and thereby let slip luckless, luckless Troy? Chorus O Phoebus, who built high the fair-walled rock of Troy, and you, Lord of the Deep, who ride your chariot with horses the color of the sea over the salt main, why did you deprive your hand of its cunning craftsmanship, and put it at the service of Ares, Lord of the Spear, and thereby let slip luckless, luckless Troy?

Chorus Many were the chariots with lovely horses that you caused to be yoked by the banks of the Simois, many the deadly contests of men, with no garlands for the victor, that you established. Perished and gone are the kings descended from Ilus, and no more does the fire gleam on the altars of the gods in Troy or its smoke of incense arise.

Andromache sung It was not as a bride that Paris brought Helen to lofty Troy into his chamber to lie with but rather as mad ruin. For her sake, the sharp warcraft of Greece in its thousand ships captured you, O Troy, sacked you with fire and sword, and killed Hector, husband to luckless me. The son of the sea-goddess Thetis draTroy, sacked you with fire and sword, and killed Hector, husband to luckless me. The son of the sea-goddess Thetis dragged him, as he rode his chariot, about the walls of Troy. I myself was led off from my chamber to the sea-shore, putting hateful slavery as a covering about my head. Many were the tears that rolled down my cheeks when I left my city and my home and my husband lying in the dust. Oh, unhappy me, why should I still look on the lighTroy. I myself was led off from my chamber to the sea-shore, putting hateful slavery as a covering about my head. Many were the tears that rolled down my cheeks when I left my city and my home and my husband lying in the dust. Oh, unhappy me, why should I still look on the light as Hermione's slave? Oppressed by her I have come as suppliant to this statue of the goddess and cast my arms about it, and I melt in tears like some gushing spring high up on a cliff.

Peleus Ah me, what disaster is this I see and take in my hands into my house! Oh, alas! City of Thessaly, I am undone, I am perished, none of my race, no children, are left for me in my house! Oh how wretched misfortune has made me! To what friend shall I look for consolation? O face that I love and knees and hands, would that the god had killed you beneath Troy's walls by the bank of the Simois!

notes. the last of the line of Aeacus. It is fated that his descendants in unbroken succession will rule over Molossia and live their lives in prosperity. For, old sir, it was not to be that your race and mine should be so laid waste, nor that of Troy, for Troy too is in the gods' care although it fell by the will of Pallas Athena. As for yourself, in order that you may feel gratitude for your marriage to me, I shall set you free from mortal woe and make you a god, deathless and exempt from deTroy too is in the gods' care although it fell by the will of Pallas Athena. As for yourself, in order that you may feel gratitude for your marriage to me, I shall set you free from mortal woe and make you a god, deathless and exempt from decay. And then you shall dwell with me in the house of Nereus, god with goddess, for all time to come. From there, walking dry-shod out of the deep you will see your beloved son and mine, Achilles, dwelling in his island home on the strand of Leuke in the Sea Inhospitable.A tradition going back to the epic poet Arctinus said that Achilles' ghost haunted the island of Leuke, opposite the mouth of the Danube in the Euxine Sea. But go to the god-built city of Delphi with the body of this man, and w

Chorus Know your fate, consider the present ill-fortune into which you have come. Do you wrangle with your masters when you are a woman of Troy and they were born in Sparta? The sea goddess's shrine, receiver of sacrifices—leave it behind. What profit is for you to mar your body with weeping in bewilderment because of the hard constraints of your masters? The mastering hand will come upon you: why do you toil in vain, powerless as you ar

Chorus In my eyes you were much to be pitied when you came, woman of Troy, to the house of my lords. But I hold my peace from fear （though I have pity on your lot） lest the child of Zeus's daughter learn that I wish you w

feriors arguments that defeat them. Nonetheless I shall not be guilty of betraying myself. Tell me, young woman, what was the reliable argument that persuaded me to deprive you of your lawful due as a wife? [Is it that Sparta is a lesser city than Troy and is surpassed in fortune by it, and that you see me a free woman?] Was it in order that I might bear children instead of you, slaves and a miserable appendage to myself? Or is it that, emboldened by youth and a body in the bloom of its prime, hildren as the royal family of Phthia if you do not bear any? Naturally, since the Greeks love me both for Hector's sake . And am I myself obscure and not rather one of Troy's royal family? No, it is not because of any drugs of mine that your husband dislikes you but the fact that you are not fit to live with. For this too is a means of procuring love. It is not beauty but good qualities that give joy to husbands. Bu

Chorus When the goddesses came to the shady glen, in the streams of mountain springs they bathed their radiant bodies, and then vying with each other in extravagant words of malicious intent they came to the son of Priam. Aphrodite was victorious by her wheedling words, delightful to hear but entailing bitter destruction for the luckless city of the Phrygians, the citadel of Troy.

Chorus Slavery's yoke would not have come upon the women of Troy and you, woman, would have come to possess the throne of royalty. She could have loosed Hellas from the grievous toils of ten years' exile the young men with their spears suffered about Troy. And marriage-beds would not now be left desolate and old men bereft of their children. Chorus Slavery's yoke would not have come upon the women of Troy and you, woman, would have come to possess the throne of royalty. She could have loosed Hellas from the grievous toils of ten years' exile the young men with their spears suffered about Troy. And marriage-beds would not now be left desolate and old men bereft of their children.