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Euripides, Andromache (ed. David Kovacs)

ns as much as a man when she is wronged by her mate; so too a man groans when he has a wayward wife in his house. The man's strength lies in his hands, while the woman's interests are defended by her parents and kin. Am I not right then to come to the aid of my own?] You are an old, old man. And when you mention my generalship, you help my case more than you would have by silence. Helen got into trouble not of her own accord but by the will of the gods, and this was a very great service to Hellas. For the Greeks, who were ignorant of weapons and battle, made progress in learning martial courage, and association is the teacher of all things to mortals. And if I forebore, when I came face to face with my wife, to kill her, that was self-control. I could wish that you had not killed Phocus either.Peleus and his brother Telamon killed their half-brother Phocus, son of Aeacus by a nymph. This attack on you I have made in good will toward you, not out of anger. But if you show a hot tempe

Peleus Oh, how perverse customs are in Greece! When the army routs the enemy, they do not regard this as the deed of those who have done the work, but rather the general receives the honor. He brandished his spear as one man among countless others and did no more than a single warrior, yet he gets more credit. [And sitting high and mighty in office in the city they think grander thoughts than the commons though they are worthless. The people are far superior to them in wisdom if they acquired at once daring and will.] It is in this fashion that you and your brother sit puffed up over Troy and your generalship there, made high and mighty by the toils and labors of others. But I will teach you not to regard Paris, shepherd of Mount Ida, a greater enemy to you than Peleus unless you clear off from this house at once, you and your childless daughter. This child, offspring of my loins, shall drive her through this house, grasping her by the hair, if she, sterile heifer that she is, do

Enter Andromache from the house. She takes her place as a suppliant before the altar of Thetis in the orchestra. Andromache Glory of Asia, city of Thebe! It was from you that I, Andromache, once came dowered with golden luxury to the royal house of Priam, given to Hector as lawful wife for the bearing of his children. In days gone by I was a woman to be envied, but now I am, if any woman ever was, the paragon of misery. I saw my husband Hector killed by the hand of Achilles and I beheld Astyanax, the son I bore my husband, hurled from the high battlements once the Greeks had captured the land of Troy. I myself, a member of a house most free, became a slave and was brought to Greece, given as the choicest of the Trojan spoil to the islander Neoptolemus as his prize of war. I live now in the lands that border on Phthia here and the city of Pharsalia, lands where the sea-goddess Thetis, far from the haunts of men and fleeing their company, dwelt as wife with Peleus. The people of The

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.

wise take care not to start a quarrel with those near and dear to them. Menelaus How can you maintain that old men are wise, when you, Peleus, son of a famous father and connected by marriage with a man who was once renowned among the Greeks for wisdom, utter words that are disgraceful to yourself and reproachful to me on account of this barbarian woman here? You ought to be driving her off to beyond the Nile's waters or beyond the Phasis—and asking for my help at it too—since she is from Asia where great numbers of Greeks fell before the spear, and she shares in the death of your son, Achilles. [For Paris, who slew your son Achilles, was Hector's brother, and she was Hector's wife.] Yet you share the same roof with her, you think it right to have her at your table, and you allow her to give birth in your house to children who are your bitterest enemies. And when I, in forethought for you and for me, meant to kill her, I find she is snatched from my hands. Yet come now （it is no <

Chorus O aged son of Aeacus, I am convinced that with your illustrious spear you joined battle at the side of the Lapiths against the Centaurs and that on board the Argo you traversed the inhospitable waters of the sea-going Symplegades on a voyage of fame, and when on that earlier day Zeus' famous son Heracles encircled with destruction the city of Troy, you came back to Europe with your share in this high renown.

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!