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Enter by Eisodos A women of Phthia as Chorus. Chorus Woman, you who have been long sitting upon the floor of Thetis' shrine without leaving it, though I am a Phthian, I have come to you, scion of Asia, in the hope that I might be able to heal the struggles hard to resolve, struggles that have joined you, unhappy woman, and Hermione in haeateful quarrel about a bed two-fold, since you share a husband, the son of Achilles.
Andromache sung Here am I, hands bloodied with the tight bonds about them, being sent down to death. Boy sung Mother, o mother, under your wing I go down as well. Andromache sung This is a cruel sacrifice, o rulers of Phthia! Boy sung Father, come and help those you love. Andromache sung Dear child, you will lie below dead with your dead mother, next to her breast. Boy sung Oh me! What will become of me? Unhappy are we, you and I, mother.
Menelaus You fly too readily into abusive talk. For my part, since I have come to Phthia against my will, I shall not do anything demeaning nor will I have it done to me. For the present, since I do not have unlimited time, I will go home. There is a city not far off from Sparta which previously was friendly but now is hostile. I mean to attack it as general and make it our subject. But when I have arranged matters there to my satisfaction, I shall return. Man to man with my son-in-law I sha
we may not escape now only to be captured later!
No cowardly woman-talk here, please! March on! Who will touch us? He shall smart for it that lays a hand on us! For by the gods' grace I rule over a throng of cavalry and many hoplites in Phthia. And I am still upright on my feet and no grey-beard, as you suppose. If I once look at that sort of man, I will send him flying, old man though I am. Even an old man, if he be brave, is more than a match for many young men. What use is bodily v
Hermione sung You have abandoned me, father, abandoned me, all alone on the shore with no sea-going oar! He will kill me, kill me! No more shall I dwell in this bridal house of mine! To which of the gods' statues shall I run as suppliant? Or shall I fall as a slave before the knees of my slave? O that I might soar up out of the land of Phthia to the place where the ship of pine passed through the Symplegades, first bark that ever sailed!