Andromache
 By Euripides
 
 
 Translated by E. P. Coleridge
 
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 Dramatis Personae
 
 ANDROMACHE
 MAID OF ANDROMACHE
 CHORUS OF PHTHIAN WOMEN
 HERMIONE, daughter of MENELAUS and wife of Neoptolemus
 MENELAUS, King of Sparta
 MOLOSSUS, son of ANDROMACHE and Neoptolemus
 PELEUS, father of Achilles
 NURSE OF HERMIONE
 ORESTES, son of Agamemnon
 MESSENGER
 THETIS, the goddess, wife of PELEUS
 
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 Before the temple of THETIS in Thessaly. ANDROMACHE, dressed as a
 suppliant, is clinging to the altar in front of the temple. The palace
 of Achilles is nearby.
 
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 ANDROMACHE O city of Thebes, glory of Asia, whence on a day I came
 to Priam's princely home with many a rich and costly thing in my dower,
 affianced unto Hector to be the mother of his children, I Andromache,
 envied name in days of yore, but now of all women that have been or
 yet shall be the most unfortunate; for I have lived to see my husband
 Hector slain by Achilles, and the babe Astyanax, whom I bore my lord,
 hurled from the towering battlements, when the Hellenes sacked our
 Trojan home; and I myself am come to Hellas as a slave, though I was
 esteemed a daughter of a race most free, given to Neoptolemus that
 island-prince, and set apart for him as his special prize from the
 spoils of Troy. And here I dwell upon the boundaries of Phthia and
 Pharsalia's town, where Thetis erst, the goddess of the sea, abode
 with Peleus apart from the world, avoiding the throng of men; wherefore
 the folk of Thessaly call it the sacred place of Thetis, in honour
 of the goddess's marriage. Here dwells the son of Achilles and suffers
 Peleus still to rule Pharsalia, not wishing to assume the sceptre
 while the old man lives. Within these halls have borne a boy to the
 son of Achilles, my master. Now aforetime for all my misery I ever
 had a hope to lead me on, that, if my child were safe, I might find
 some help and protection from my woes; but since my lord in scorn
 of his bondmaid's charms hath wedded that Spartan Hermione, I am tormented
 by her most cruelly; for she saith that I by secret enchantment am
 making her barren and distasteful to her husband, and that I design
 to take her place in this house, ousting her the rightful mistress
 by force; whereas I at first submitted against my will and now have
 resigned my place; be almighty Zeus my witness that it was not of
 my own free will I became her rival! 
 
 But I cannot convince her, and she longs to kill me, and her father
 Menelaus is an accomplice in this. E'en now is he within, arrived
 from Sparta for this very purpose, while I in terror am come to take
 up position here in the shrine of Thetis adjoining the house, if haply
 it may save me from death; for Peleus and his descendants hold it
 in honour as symbol of his marriage with the Nereid. My only son am
 I secretly conveying to a neighbour's house in fear for his life.
 For his sire stands not by my side to lend his aid and cannot avail
 his child at all, being absent in the land of Delphi, where he is
 offering recompense to Loxias for the madness he committed, when on
 a day he went to Pytho and demanded of Phoebus satisfaction for his
 father's death, if haply his prayer might avert those past sins and
 win for him the god's goodwill hereafter.  (The MAID OF ANDROMACHE
 enters.)  
 
 MAID Mistress mine, be sure I do not hesitate to call thee by that
 name, seeing that I thought it thy right in thine own house also,
 when we dwelt in Troy-land; as I was ever thy friend and thy husband's
 while yet he was alive, so now have I come with strange tidings, in
 terror lest any of our masters learn hereof but still out of pity
 for thee; for Menelaus and his daughter are forming dire plots against
 thee, whereof thou must beware. 
 
 ANDROMACHE Ah! kind companion of my bondage, for such thou art to
 her, who, erst thy queen, is now sunk in misery; what are they doing?
 What new schemes are they devising in their eagerness to take away
 my wretched life? 
 
 MAID Alas! poor lady, they intend to slay thy son, whom thou hast
 privily conveyed from out the house. 
 
 ANDROMACHE Ah me! Has she heard that my babe was put out of her reach?
 Who told her? Woe is me! how utterly undone! 
 
 MAID I know not, but thus much of their schemes I heard myself; and
 Menelaus has left the house to fetch him. 
 
 ANDROMACHE Then am I lost; ah, my child! those vultures twain will
 take and slay thee; while he who is called thy father lingers still
 in Delphi. 
 
 MAID True, for had he been here thou wouldst not have fared so hardly,
 am sure; but, as it is, thou art friendless. 
 
 ANDROMACHE Have no tidings come that Peleus may arrive?
 
 MAID He is too old to help thee if he came. 
 
 ANDROMACHE And yet I sent for him more than once. 
 
 MAID Surely thou dost not suppose that any of thy messengers heed
 thee? 
 
 ANDROMACHE Why should they? Wilt thou then go for me? 
 
 MAID How shall I explain my long absence from the house?
 
 ANDROMACHE Thou art a woman; thou canst invent a hundred ways.
 
 MAID There is a risk, for Hermione keeps no careless guard.
 
 ANDROMACHE Dost look to that? Thou art disowning thy friends in distress.
 
 MAID Not so; never taunt me with that. I will go, for of a truth
 a woman and a slave is not of much account, e'en if aught befall me.
 (The MAID withdraws.)  
 
 ANDROMACHE Go then, while I will tell to heaven the lengthy tale
 of lamentation, mourning, and weeping, that has ever been my hard
 lot; for 'tis woman's way to delight in present misfortunes even to
 keeping them always on her tongue and lips. But I have many reasons,
 not merely one for tears,-my city's fall, my Hector's death, the hardness
 of the lot to which I am bound, since I fell on slavery's evil days
 undeservedly. 'Tis never right to call a son of man happy, till thou
 hast seen his end, to judge from the way he passes it how he will
 descend to that other world.  (She begins to chant.)  'Twas no bride
 Paris took with him to the towers of Ilium, but curse to his bed when
 he brought Helen to her bower. For her sake, Troy, did eager warriors,
 sailing from Hellas in a thousand ships, capture and make thee a prey
 to fire and sword; and the son of sea-born Thetis mounted on his chariot
 dragged my husband Hector round the walls, ah woe is me! while I was
 hurried from my chamber to the beach, with slavery's hateful pall
 upon me. And many tear I shed as I left my city, my bridal bower,
 and my husband in the dust. Woe, woe is me! why should I prolong my
 life, to serve Hermione? Her cruelty it is that drives me hither to
 the image of the goddess to throw my suppliant arms about it, melting
 to tears as doth a spring that gushes from the rock.  (The CHORUS
 OF PHTHIAN WOMEN enters.)  
 
 CHORUS  (singing, strophe 1)
 
 Lady, thus keeping thy weary station without pause upon the floor
 of Thetis' shrine, Phthian though I am, to thee a daughter of Asia
 I come, to see if I can devise some remedy for these perplexing troubles,
 which have involved thee and Hermione in fell discord, because to
 thy sorrow thou sharest with her the love of Achilles' son.
 
 (antistrophe 1)
 
 Recognize thy position, weigh the present evil into the which thou
 art come. Thou art a Trojan captive; thy rival is thy mistress, a
 true-born daughter of Sparta. Leave then this home of sacrifice, the
 shrine of our sea-goddess. How can it avail thee to waste thy comeliness
 and disfigure it by weeping by reason of a mistress's harsh usage?
 Might will prevail against thee; why vainly toil in thy feebleness?
 
 (strophe 2)
 
 Come, quit the bright sanctuary of the Nereid divine. Recognize that
 thou art in bondage on a foreign soil, in a strange city, where thou
 seest none of all thy friends, luckless lady, cast on evil days.
 
 (antistrophe 2)
 
 Yea, I did pity thee most truly, Trojan dame, when thou camest to
 this house; but from fear of my mistress I hold my peace, albeit I
 sympathize with thee, lest she, whom Zeus's daughter bore, discover
 my good will toward thee.  (HERMIONE enters, in complete royal regalia.)
 
 HERMIONE With a crown of golden workmanship upon my head and about
 my body this embroidered robe am I come hither; no presents these
 I wear from the palace of Achilles or Peleus, but gifts my father
 Menelaus gave me together with a sumptuous dower from Sparta in Laconia,
 to insure me freedom of speech. Such is my answer to you;  (to the
 CHORUS)  but as for thee, slave and captive, thou wouldst fain oust
 me and secure this palace for thyself, and thanks to thy enchantment
 I am hated by my husband; thou it is that hast made my womb barren
 and cheated my hopes; for Asia's daughters have clever heads for such
 villainy; yet will I check thee therefrom, nor shall this temple of
 the Nereid avail thee aught, no! neither its altar or shrine, but
 thou shalt die. But if or god or man should haply wish to save thee,
 thou must atone for thy proud thoughts of happier days now past by
 humbling thyself and crouching prostrate at my knees, by sweeping
 out my halls, and by learning, as thou sprinklest water from a golden
 ewer, where thou now art. Here is no Hector, no Priam with his gold,
 but a city of Hellas. Yet thou, miserable woman, hast gone so far
 in wantonness that thou canst lay thee down with the son of the very
 man that slew thy husband, and bear children to the murderer. Such
 is all the race of barbarians; father and daughter, mother and son,
 sister and brother mate together; the nearest and dearest stain their
 path with each other's blood, and no law restrains such horrors. Bring
 not these crimes amongst us, for here we count it shame that one man
 should have the control of two wives, and men are content to turn
 to one lawful love, that is, all who care to live an honourable life.
 
 LEADER OF THE CHORUS Women are by nature somewhat jealous, and do
 ever show the keenest hate to rivals in their love. 
 
 ANDROMACHE Ah! well-a-day! Youth is a bane to mortals, in every case,
 that is, where a man embraces injustice in his early days. Now I am
 afraid that my being a slave will prevent thee listening to me in
 spite of many a just plea, or if I win my case, I fear I may be damaged
 on this very ground, for the high and mighty cannot brook refuting
 arguments from their inferiors; still I will not be convicted of betraying
 my own cause. Tell me, proud young wife, what assurance can make me
 confident of wresting from thee thy lawful lord? Is it that Laconia's
 capital yields to Phrygia? is it that my fortune outstrips thine?
 or that in me thou seest a free woman? Am I so elated by my youth,
 my full healthy figure, the extent of my city, the number of my friends
 that I wish to supplant thee in thy home? Is my purpose to take thy
 place and rear myself a race of slaves, mere appendages to my misery?
 or, supposing thou bear no children, will any one endure that sons
 of mine should rule o'er Phthia? Ah no! there is the love that Hellas
 bears me, both for Hector's sake and for my own humble rank forsooth,
 that never knew a queen's estate in Troy. 'Tis not my sorcery that
 makes thy husband hate thee, nay, but thy own failure to prove thyself
 his help-meet. Herein lies love's only charm; 'tis not beauty, lady,
 but virtuous acts that win our husbands' hearts. And though it gall
 thee to be told so, albeit thy city in Laconia is no doubt mighty
 fact, yet thou findest no place for his Scyros, displaying wealth
 'midst poverty and setting Menelaus above Achilles: and that is what
 alienates thy lord. Take heed; for a woman, though bestowed upon worthless
 husband, must be with him content, and ne'er advance presumptuous
 claims. Suppose thou hadst wedded a prince of Thrace, the land of
 flood and melting snow, where one lord shares his affections with
 a host of wives, wouldst thou have slain them? If so, thou wouldst
 have set a stigma of insatiate lust on all our sex. A shameful charge!
 And yet herein we suffer more than men, though we make a good stand
 against it. Ah! my dear lord Hector, for thy sake would I e'en brook
 a rival, if ever Cypris led thee astray, and oft in days gone by I
 held thy bastard babes to my own breast, to spare thee any cause for
 grief. By this course I bound my husband to me by virtue's chains,
 whereas thou wilt never so much as let the drops of dew from heaven
 above settle on thy lord, in thy jealous fear. Oh! seek not to surpass
 thy mother in hankering after men, for 'tis well that all wise children
 should avoid the habits of such evil mothers. 
 
 LEADER Mistress mine, be persuaded to come to terms with her, as
 far as readily comes within thy power. 
 
 HERMIONE Why this haughty tone, this bandying of words, as if, forsooth,
 thou, not I, wert the virtuous wife? 
 
 ANDROMACHE Thy present claims at any rate give thee small title thereto.
 
 HERMIONE Woman, may my bosom never harbour such ideas as thine!
 
 ANDROMACHE Thou art young to speak on such a theme as this.
 
 HERMIONE As for thee, thou dost not speak thereof, but, as thou canst,
 dost put it into action against me. 
 
 ANDROMACHE Canst thou not conceal thy pangs of jealousy?
 
 HERMIONE What! doth not every woman put this first of all?
 
 ANDROMACHE Yes, if her experiences are happy; otherwise, there is
 no honour in speaking of them. 
 
 HERMIONE Barbarians' laws are not a standard for our city.
 
 ANDROMACHE Alike in Asia and in Hellas infamy attends base actions.
 
 HERMIONE Clever, clever quibbler! yet die thou must and shalt.
 
 ANDROMACHE Dost see the image of Thetis with her eye upon thee?
 
 HERMIONE A bitter foe to thy country because of the death of Achilles.
 
 ANDROMACHE 'Twas not I that slew him, but Helen that mother of thine.
 
 HERMIONE Pray, is it thy intention to probe my wounds yet deeper?
 
 ANDROMACHE Behold, I am dumb, my lips are closed. 
 
 HERMIONE Tell me that which was my only reason for coming hither.
 
 ANDROMACHE No! all I tell thee is, thou hast less wisdom than thou
 needest. 
 
 HERMIONE Wilt thou leave these hallowed precincts of the sea-goddess?
 
 ANDROMACHE Yes, if I am not to die for it; otherwise, I never will.
 
 HERMIONE Since that is thy resolve, I shall not even wait my lord's
 return. 
 
 ANDROMACHE Nor yet will I, at any rate ere that, surrender to thee.
 
 HERMIONE I will bring fire to bear on thee, and pay no heed to thy
 entreaties. 
 
 ANDROMACHE Kindle thy blaze then; the gods will witness it.
 
 HERMIONE And make thy flesh to writhe by cruel wounds. 
 
 ANDROMACHE Begin thy butchery, stain the altar of the goddess with
 blood, for she will visit thy iniquity. 
 
 HERMIONE Barbarian creature, hardened in impudence, wilt thou brave
 death itself? Still will I find speedy means to make these quit this
 seat of thy free will; such a bait have I to lure thee with. But I
 will hide my meaning, which the event itself shall soon declare. Yes,
 keep thy seat, for I will make thee rise, though molten lead is holding
 thee there, before Achilles' son, thy trusted champion, arrive.  (HERMIONE
 departs.)  
 
 ANDROMACHE My trusted champion, yes! how strange it is, that though
 some god hath devised cures for mortals against the venom of reptiles,
 no man ever yet hath discovered aught to cure a woman's venom, which
 is far worse than viper's sting or scorching flame; so terrible a
 curse are we to mankind. 
 
 CHORUS  (singing, strophe 1)
 
 Ah! what sorrows did the son of Zeus and Maia herald, in the day
 he came to Ida's glen, guiding that fair young trio of goddesses,
 all girded for the fray in bitter rivalry about their beauty, to the
 shepherd's fold where dwelt the youthful herdsman all alone by the
 hearth of his lonely hut. 
 
 (antistrophe 1)
 
 Soon as they reached the wooded glen, in gushing mountain springs
 they bathed their dazzling skin, then sought the son of Priam, comparing
 their rival charms in more than rancorous phrase. But Cypris won the
 day by her deceitful promises, sweet-sounding words, but fraught with
 ruthless overthrow to Phrygia's hapless town and Ilium's towers.
 
 (strophe 2)
 
 Would God his mother had smitten him a cruel death-blow on the head
 before he made his home on Ida's slopes, in the hour Cassandra, standing
 by the holy bay-tree, cried out, "Slay him, for he will bring most
 grievous bane on Priam's town." To every prince she went, to every
 elder sued for the babe's destruction. 
 
 (antistrophe 2)
 
 Ah! had they listened, Ilium's daughters neer had felt the yoke of
 slavery, and thou, lady, hadst been established in the royal palace;
 and Hellas had been freed of all the anguish she suffered during those
 ten long years her sons went wandering, spear in hand, around the
 walls of Troy; brides had never been left desolate, nor hoary fathers
 childless.  (MENELAUS and his retinue enter. He is leading MOLOSSUS
 by the hand.)  
 
 MENELAUS Behold I bring thy son with me, whom thou didst steal away
 to a neighbour's house without my daughter's knowledge. Thou wert
 so sure this image of the goddess would protect thee and those who
 hid him, but thou hast not proved clever enough for Menelaus. And
 so if thou refuse to leave thy station here, he shall be slain instead
 of thee. Wherefore weigh it well: wilt die thyself, or see him slain
 for the sin whereof thou art guilty against me and my daughter?
 
 ANDROMACHE O fame, fame! full many a man ere now of no account hast
 thou to high estate exalted. Those, indeed, who truly have a fair
 repute, I count blest; but those who get it by false pretences, I
 will never allow have aught but the accidental appearance of wisdom.
 Thou for instance, caitiff that thou art, didst thou ever wrest Troy
 from Priam with thy picked troops of Hellenes? thou that hast raised
 such a storm, at the word of thy daughter, a mere child, and hast
 entered the lists with a poor captive; unworthy I count thee of Troy's
 capture, and Troy still more disgraced by thy victory. Those who only
 in appearance are men of sense make an outward show, but inwardly
 resemble the common herd, save it be in wealth, which is their chiefest
 strength. 
 
 Come now, Menelaus, let us carry through this argument. Suppose I
 am slain by thy daughter, and she work her will on me, yet can she
 never escape the pollution of murder, and public opinion will make
 thee too an accomplice in this deed of blood, for thy share in the
 business must needs implicate thee. But even supposing I escape death
 myself, will ye kill my child? Even then, how will his father brook
 the murder of his child? Troy has no such coward's tale to tell of
 him; nay, he will follow duty's call; his actions will prove him a
 worthy scion of Peleus and Achilles. Thy daughter will be thrust forth
 from his house; and what wilt thou say when seeking to betroth her
 to another? wilt say her virtue made her leave a worthless lord? Nay,
 that will be false. Who then will wed her? wilt thou keep her without
 a husband in thy halls, grown grey in widowhood? Unhappy wretch! dost
 not see the flood-gates of trouble opening wide for thee? How many
 a wrong against a wife wouldst thou prefer thy daughter to have found
 to suffering what I now describe? We ought not on trifling grounds
 to promote great ills; nor should men, if we women are so deadly a
 curse, bring their nature down to our level. No! if, as thy daughter
 asserts, I am practising sorcery against her and making her barren,
 right willingly will I, without any crouching at altars, submit in
 my own person to the penalty that lies in her husband's hands, seeing
 that I am no less chargeable with injuring him if I make him childless.
 This is my case; but for thee, there is one thing I fear in thy disposition;
 it was a quarrel for a woman that really induced thee to destroy poor
 Ilium's town. 
 
 LEADER OF THE CHORUS Thou hast said too much for a woman speaking
 to men; that discretion hath shot away its last shaft from thy soul's
 quiver. 
 
 MENELAUS Women, these are petty matters, unworthy, as thou sayest,
 of my despotic sway, unworthy too of Hellas. Yet mark this well; his
 special fancy of the hour is of more moment to a man than Troy's capture.
 I then have set myself to help my daughter because I consider her
 loss of wife's rights most grave; for whatever else a woman suffers
 is second to this; if she loses her husband's love she loses her life
 therewith. Now, as it is right Neoptolemus should rule my slaves,
 so my friends and I should have control of his; for friends, if they
 be really friends, keep nothing to themselves, but have all in common.
 So if I wait for the absent instead of making the best arrangement
 I can at once of my affairs, I show weakness, not wisdom. Arise then,
 leave the goddess's shrine, for by thy death this child escapeth his,
 whereas, if thou refuse to die, I will slay him; for one of you twain
 must perish. 
 
 ANDROMACHE Ah me! 'tis a bitter lot thou art offering about my life;
 whether I take it or not I am equally unfortunate. Attend to me, thou
 who for a trifling cause art committing an awful crime. Why art thou
 bent on slaying me? What reason hast thou? What city have I betrayed?
 Which of thy children was ever slain by me? What house have I fired?
 I was forced to be my master's concubine; and spite of that wilt thou
 slay me, not him who is to blame, passing by the cause and hurrying
 to the inevitable result? Ah me! my sorrows! Woe for my hapless country!
 How cruel my fate! Why had I to be a mother too and take upon me a
 double load of suffering? Yet why do I mourn the past, and o'er the
 present never shed a tear or compute its griefs? I that saw Hector
 butchered and dragged behind the chariot, and Ilium, piteous sight!
 one sheet of flame, while I was baled away by the hair of my head
 to the Argive ships in slavery, and on my arrival in Phthia was given
 to Hector's murderer as his mistress. What pleasure then has life
 for me? Whither am I to turn my gaze? to the present or the past?
 My babe alone was left me, the light of my life, and him these ministers
 of death would slay. No! they shall not, if my poor life can save
 him; for if he be saved, hope in him lives on, while to me 'twere
 shame to refuse to die for my son. Lo! here I leave the altar and
 give myself into your hands, to cut or stab, to bind or hang. Ah!
 my child, to Hades now thy mother passes to save thy dear life. Yet
 if thou escape thy doom, remember me, my sufferings and my death,
 and tell thy father how I fared, with fond caress and streaming eye
 and arms thrown round his neck. Ah! yes, his children are to every
 man as his own soul; and whoso sneers at this through inexperience,
 though he suffers less anguish, yet tastes the bitter in his cup of
 bliss. 
 
 LEADER Thy tale with pity fills me; for every man alike, stranger
 though he be, feels pity for another's distress. Menelaus, 'tis thy
 duty to reconcile thy daughter and this captive, giving her a respite
 from sorrow. 
 
 MENELAUS Ho! sirrahs, seize this woman  (His attendants swiftly carry
 out the order.)  ; hold her fast; for 'tis no welcome story she will
 have to hear. It was to make thee leave the holy altar of the goddess
 that I held thy child's death before thy eyes, and so induced thee
 to give thyself up to me to die. So stands thy case, be well assured;
 but as for this child, my daughter shall decide whether she will slay
 him or no. Get thee hence into the house, and there learn to bridle
 thy insolence in speaking to the free, slave that thou art.
 
 ANDROMACHE Alas! thou hast by treachery beguiled me; I was deceived.
 
 MENELAUS Proclaim it to the world; I do not deny it. 
 
 ANDROMACHE Is this counted cleverness amongst you who dwell by the
 Eurotas? 
 
 MENELAUS Yes, and amongst Trojans too, that those who suffer should
 retaliate. 
 
 ANDROMACHE Thinkest thou God's hand is shortened, and that thou wilt
 not be punished? 
 
 MENELAUS Whene'er that comes, I am ready to bear it. But thy life
 will I have. 
 
 ANDROMACHE Wilt likewise slay this tender chick, whom thou hast snatched
 from 'neath my wing? 
 
 MENELAUS Not I, but I will give him to my daughter to slay if she
 will. 
 
 ANDROMACHE Ah me! why not begin my mourning then for thee, my child?
 
 MENELAUS Of a truth 'tis no very sure hope that he has left.
 
 ANDROMACHE O citizens of Sparta, the bane of all the race of men,
 schemers of guile, and masters in lying, devisers of evil plots, with
 crooked minds and tortuous methods and ne'er one honest thought, 'tis
 wrong that ye should thrive in Hellas. What crime is wanting in your
 list? How rife is murder with you! How covetous ye are! One word upon
 your lips, another in your heart, this is what men always find with
 you. Perdition catch ye! Still death is not so grievous, as thou thinkest,
 to me. No! for my life ended in the day that hapless Troy was destroyed
 with my lord, that glorious warrior, whose spear oft made a coward
 like thee quit the field and seek thy ship. But now against a woman
 hast thou displayed the terrors of thy panoply, my would-be murderer.
 Strike then! for this my tongue shall never flatter thee or that daughter
 of thine. For though thou wert of great account in Sparta, why so
 was I in Troy. And if I am now in sorry plight, presume not thou on
 this; thou too mayst be so yet.  (MENELAUS and his guards lead ANDROMACHE
 out.)  
 
 CHORUS  (singing, strophe 1)
 
 Never, oh! never will I commend rival wives or sons of different
 mothers, a cause of strife, of bitterness, and grief in every house.
 would have a husband content with one wife whose rights he shareth
 with no other. 
 
 (antistrophe 1)
 
 Not even in states is dual monarchy better to bear than undivided
 rule; it only doubles burdens and causes faction amongst the citizens.
 Often too will the Muse sow strife 'twixt rivals in the art of minstrelsy.
 
 (strophe 2)
 
 Again, when strong winds are drifting mariners, the divided counsel
 of the wise does not best avail for steering, and their collective
 wisdom has less weight than the inferior mind of the single man who
 has sole authority; for this is the essence of power alike in house
 and state, whene'er men care to find the proper moment. 
 
 (antistrophe 2)
 
 This Spartan, the daughter of the great chief Menelaus, proves this;
 for she hath kindled hot fury against a rival, and is bent on slaying
 the hapless Trojan maid and her child to further her bitter quarrel.
 'Tis a murder gods and laws and kindness all forbid. Ah! lady, retribution
 for this deed will yet visit thee. 
 
 But lo! before the house I see those two united souls, condemned to
 die. Alas! for thee, poor lady, and for thee, unhappy child, who art
 dying on account of thy mother's marriage, though thou hast no share
 therein and canst not be blamed by the royal house.  (ANDROMACHE enters,
 her arms bound. Her son clings to her. MENELAUS and the guards follow,
 intent on accomplishing the murder. The following lines are chanted
 responsively.)  
 
 ANDROMACHE Behold me journeying on the downward path, my hands so
 tightly bound with cords that they bleed. 
 
 MOLOSSUS O mother, mother mine! I too share thy downward path, nestling
 'neath thy wing. 
 
 ANDROMACHE A cruel sacrifice! ye rulers of Phthia! 
 
 MOLOSSUS Come, father! succour those thou lovest. 
 
 ANDROMACHE Rest there, my babe, my darling! on thy mother's bosom,
 e'en in death and in the grave. 
 
 MOLOSSUS Ah, woe is me! what will become of me and thee too, mother
 mine? 
 
 MENELAUS Away, to the world below! from hostile towers ye came, the
 pair of you; two different causes necessitate your deaths; my sentence
 takes away thy life, and my daughter Hermione's requires his; for
 it would be the height of folly to leave our foemen's sons, when we
 might kill them and remove the danger from our house. 
 
 ANDROMACHE O husband mine! I would I had thy strong arm and spear
 to aid me, son of Priam. 
 
 MOLOSSUS Ah, woe is me! what spell can I now find to turn death's
 stroke aside? 
 
 ANDROMACHE Embrace thy master's knees, my child, and pray to him.
 
 MOLOSSUS Spare, O spare my life, kind master! 
 
 ANDROMACHE Mine eyes are wet with tears, which trickle down my cheeks,
 as doth a sunless spring from a smooth rock. Ah me! 
 
 MOLOSSUS What remedy, alas! can I provide me 'gainst my ills?
 
 MENELAUS Why fall at my knees in supplication? hard as the rock and
 deaf as the wave am I. My own friends have I helped, but for thee
 have no tie of affection; for verily it cost me a great part of my
 life to capture Troy and thy mother; so thou shalt reap the fruit
 thereof and into Hades' halls descend. 
 
 LEADER OF THE CHORUS Behold! I see Peleus drawing nigh; with aged
 step he hasteth hither.  (PELEUS enters with an attendant.)
 
 PELEUS  (calling out as he comes in sight) What means this? I ask
 you and your executioner; why is the palace in an uproar? give a reason;
 what mean your lawless machinations? Menelaus, hold thy hand. Seek
 not to outrun justice.  (To his attendant)  Forward! faster, faster!
 for this matter, methinks, admits of no delay; now if ever would I
 fain resume the vigour of my youth. First however will breathe new
 life into this captive, being to her as the breeze that blows a ship
 before the wind. Tell me, by what right have they pinioned thine arms
 and are dragging thee and thy child away? Like a ewe with her lamb
 art thou led to the slaughter, while I and thy lord were far away.
 
 ANDROMACHE Behold them that are haling me and my child to death,
 e'en as thou seest, aged prince. Why should I tell thee? For not by
 one urgent summons alone but by countless messengers have I sent for
 thee. No doubt thou knowest by hearsay of the strife in this house
 with this man's daughter, and the reason of my ruin. So now they have
 torn and are dragging me from the altar of Thetis, the goddess of
 thy chiefest adoration and the mother of thy gallant son, without
 any proper trial, yea, and without waiting for my absent master; because,
 forsooth, they knew my defencelessness and my child's, whom they mean
 to slay with me his hapless mother, though he has done no harm. But
 to thee, O sire, I make my supplication, prostrate at thy knees, though
 my hand cannot touch thy friendly beard; save me, I adjure thee, reverend
 sir, or to thy shame and my sorrow shall we be slain. 
 
 PELEUS Loose her bonds, I say, ere some one rue it; untie her folded
 hands. 
 
 MENELAUS I forbid it, for besides being a match for thee, I have
 a far better right to her. 
 
 PELEUS What! art thou come hither to set my house in order? Art not
 content with ruling thy Spartans? 
 
 MENELAUS She is my captive; I took her from Troy. 
 
 PELEUS Aye, but my son's son received her as his prize.
 
 MENELAUS Is not all I have his, and all his mine? 
 
 PELEUS For good, but not evil ends; and surely not for murderous
 violence. 
 
 MENELAUS Never shalt thou wrest her from my grasp. 
 
 PELEUS With this good staff I'll stain thy head with blood!
 
 MENELAUS Just touch me and see! Approach one step! 
 
 PELEUS What! shalt thou rank with men? chief of cowards, son of cowards!
 What right hast thou to any place 'mongst men? Thou who didst let
 Phrygian rob thee of thy wife, leaving thy home without bolt or guard,
 as if forsooth the cursed woman thou hadst there was a model of virtue.
 No! a Spartan maid could not be chaste, e'en if she would, who leaves
 her home and bares her limbs and lets her robe float free, to share
 with youths their races and their sports,-customs I cannot away with.
 Is it any wonder then that ye fail to educate your women in virtue?
 Helen might have asked thee this, seeing that she said goodbye to
 thy affection and tripped off with her young gallant to a foreign
 land. And yet for her sake thou didst marshal all the hosts of Hellas
 and lead them to Ilium, whereas thou shouldst have shown thy loathing
 for her by refusing to stir a spear, once thou hadst found her false;
 yea, thou shouldst have let her stay there, and even paid a price
 to save ever having her back again. But that was not at all the way
 thy thoughts were turned; wherefore many a brave life hast thou ended,
 and many an aged mother hast thou left childless in her home, and
 grey-haired sires of gallant sons hast reft. Of that sad band am I
 member, seeing in thee Achilles' murderer like a malignant fiend;
 for thou and thou alone hast returned from Troy without a scratch,
 bringing back thy splendid weapons in their splendid cases just as
 they went. As for me, I ever told that amorous boy to form no alliance
 with thee nor take unto his home an evil mother's child; for daughters
 bear the marks of their mothers' ill-repute into their new homes.
 Wherefore, ye wooers, take heed to this my warning: "Choose the daughter
 of a good mother." And more than this, with what wanton insult didst
 thou treat thy brother, bidding him sacrifice his daughter in his
 simpleness! So fearful wast thou of losing thy worthless wife. Then
 after capturing Troy,-for thither too will I accompany thee,-thou
 didst not slay that woman, when she was in thy power; but as soon
 as thine eyes caught sight of her breast, thy sword was dropped and
 thou didst take her kisses, fondling the shameless traitress, too
 weak to stem thy hot desire, thou caitiff wretch! Yet spite of all
 thou art the man to come and work havoc in my grandson's halls when
 he is absent, seeking to slay with all indignity a poor weak woman
 and her babe: but that babe shall one day make thee and thy daughter
 in thy home rue it, e'en though his birth be trebly base. Yea, for
 oft ere now hath seed, sown on barren soil, prevailed o'er rich deep
 tilth, and many bastard has proved a better man than children better
 born. Take thy daughter hence with thee! Far better is it for mortals
 to have a poor honest man either as married kin or friend than a wealthy
 knave; but as for thee, thou art a thing of naught. 
 
 LEADER The tongue from trifling causes contrives to breed great strife
 'mongst men; wherefore are the wise most careful not to bring about
 a quarrel with their friends. 
 
 MENELAUS Why, pray, should one call these old men wise, or those
 who once had a reputation in Hellas for being so? when thou, the great
 Peleus, son of famous father, kin to me through marriage, employest
 language disgraceful to thyself and abusive of me because of a barbarian
 woman, though thou shouldst have banished her far beyond the streams
 of Nile or Phasis, and ever encouraged me; seeing that she comes from
 Asia's continent where fell so many of the sons of Hellas, victims
 to the spear; and likewise because she shared in the spilling of thy
 son's blood; for Paris who slew thy son Achilles, was brother to Hector,
 whose wife she was. And dost thou enter the same abode with her, and
 deign to let her share thy board, and suffer her to rear her brood
 of vipers in thy house? But I, after all this foresight for thee,
 old man, and myself, am to have her torn from my clutches for wishing
 to slay her. Yet come now, for 'tis no disgrace to argue; suppose
 my daughter has no child, while this woman's sons grow up, wilt thou
 set them up to rule the land of Phthia, barbarians born and bred to
 lord it over Hellenes? Am I then so void of sense because I hate injustice,
 and thou so full of cleverness? Consider yet another point; say thou
 hadst given a daughter of thine to some citizen, and hadst then seen
 her thus treated, wouldst thou have sat looking on in silence? I trow
 not. Dost thou then for a foreigner rail thus at thy nearest friends?
 Again, thou mayst say, husband and wife have an equally strong case
 if she is wronged by him, and similarly if he find her guilty of indiscretion
 in his house; yet while he has ample powers in his own hands, she
 depends on parents and friends for her case. Surely then I am right
 in helping my own kin! Thou art in thy dotage; for thou wilt do me
 more good by speaking of my generalship than by concealing it. Helen's
 trouble was not of her own choosing, but sent by heaven, and it proved
 a great benefit to Hellas; her sons, till then untried in war or arms,
 turned to deeds of prowess, and it is experience which teaches man
 all he knows. I showed my wisdom in refraining from slaying my wife,
 directly I caught sight of her. Would that thou too hadst ne'er slain
 Phocus! All this I bring before thee in pure good-will, not from anger.
 But if thou resent it, thy tongue may wag till it ache, yet shall
 I gain by prudent forethought. 
 
 LEADER Cease now from idle words, 'twere better far, for fear ye
 both alike go wrong. 
 
 PELEUS Alas! what evil customs now prevail in Hellas! Whene'er the
 host sets up a trophy o'er the foe, men no more consider this the
 work of those who really toiled, but the general gets the credit for
 it. Now he was but one among ten thousand others to brandish his spear;
 he only did the work of one; but yet he wins more praise than they.
 Again, as magistrates in all the grandeur of office they scorn the
 common folk, though they are naught themselves; whereas those others
 are ten thousand times more wise than they, if daring combine with
 judgment. Even so thou and thy brother, exalted by the toilsome efforts
 of others, now take your seats in all the swollen pride of Trojan
 fame and Trojan generalship. But I will teach thee henceforth to consider
 Idaean Paris a foe less terrible than Peleus, unless forthwith thou
 pack from this roof, thou and thy childless daughter too, whom my
 own true son will hale through his halls by the hair of her head;
 for her barrenness will not let her endure fruitfulness in others,
 because she has no children herself. Still if misfortune prevents
 her bearing offspring, is that a reason why we should be left childless?
 Begone! ye varlets, let her go! I will soon see if anyone will hinder
 me from loosing her hands.  (to ANDROMACHE)  Arise; these trembling
 hands of mine will untie the twisted thongs that bind thee. Out on
 thee, coward! is this how thou hast galled her wrists? Didst think
 thou wert lashing up a lion or bull? or wert afraid she would snatch
 a sword and defend herself against thee? Come, child, nestle to thy
 mother's arms; help me loose her bonds; I will yet rear thee in Phthia
 to be their bitter foe. If your reputation for prowess and the battles
 ye have fought were taken from you Spartans, in all else, be very
 sure, you have not your inferiors. 
 
 LEADER The race of old men practises no restraint; and their testiness
 makes it hard to check them. 
 
 MENELAUS Thou art only too ready to rush into abuse; while, as for
 me, I came to Phthia by constraint and have therefore no intention
 either of doing or suffering anything mean. Now must I return home,
 for I have no time to waste; for there is a city not so very far from
 Sparta, which aforetime was friendly but now is hostile; against her
 will I march with my army and bring her into subjection. And when
 I have arranged that matter as I wish, I will return; and face to
 face with my son-in-law I will give my version of the story and hear
 his. And if he punish her, and for the future she exercise self-control,
 she shall find me do the like; but if he storm, I'll storm as well;
 and every act of mine shall be a reflex of his own. As for thy babbling,
 I can bear it easily; for, like to a shadow as thou art, thy voice
 is all thou hast, and thou art powerless to do aught but talk.  (MENELAUS
 and his retinue withdraw.)  
 
 PELEUS Lead on, my child, safe beneath my sheltering wing, and thou
 too, poor lady; for thou art come into a quiet haven after the rude
 storm. 
 
 ANDROMACHE Heaven reward thee and all thy race, old sire, for having
 saved my child and me his hapless mother! Only beware lest they fall
 upon us twain in some lonely spot upon the road and force me from
 thee, when they see thy age, my weakness, and this child's tender
 years; take heed to this, that we be not a second time made captive,
 after escaping now. 
 
 PELEUS Forbear such words, prompted by a woman's cowardice. Go on
 thy way; who will lay a finger on you? Methinks he will do it to his
 cost, For by heaven's grace I rule o'er many a knight and spearman
 bold in my kingdom of Phthia; yea, and myself can still stand straight,
 no bent old man as thou dost think; such a fellow as that a mere look
 from me will put to flight in spite of my years. For e'en an old man,
 be he brave, is worth a host of raw youths; for what avails a fine
 figure if a man is coward?  (PELEUS, ANDROMACHE, and MOLOSSUS go out.)
 
 CHORUS  (singing, strophe)
 
 Oh! to have never been born, or sprung from noble sires, the heir
 to mansions richly stored; for if aught untoward e'er befall, there
 is no lack of champions for sons of noble parents, and there is honour
 and glory for them when they are proclaimed scions of illustrious
 lines; time detracts not from the legacy these good men leave, but
 the light of their goodness still burns on when they are dead.
 
 (antistrophe)
 
 Better is it not to win a discreditable victory, than to make justice
 miscarry by an invidious exercise of power; for such a victory, though
 men think it sweet for the moment, grows barren in time and comes
 near being a stain on a house. This is the life I commend, this the
 life I set before me as my ideal, to exercise no authority beyond
 what is right either in the marriage-chamber or in the state.
 
 (epode)
 
 O aged son of Aeacus! now am I sure that thou wert with the Lapithae,
 wielding thy famous spear, when they fought the Centaurs; and on Argo's
 deck didst pass the cheerless strait beyond the sea-beat Symplegades
 on her voyage famed; and when in days long gone the son of Zeus spread
 slaughter round Troy's famous town, thou too didst share his triumphant
 return to Europe.  (The NURSE OF HERMIONE enters.)  
 
 NURSE Alas! good friends, what a succession of troubles is to-day
 provided us! My mistress Hermione within the house, deserted by her
 father and in remorse for her monstrous deed in plotting the death
 of Andromache and her child, is bent on dying; for she is afraid her
 husband will in requital for this expel her with dishonour from his
 house or put her to death, because she tried to slay the innocent.
 And the servants that watch her can scarce restrain her efforts to
 hang herself, scarce catch the sword and wrest it from her hand. So
 bitter is her anguish, and she hath recognized the villainy of her
 former deeds. As for me, friends, I am weary of keeping my mistress
 from the fatal noose; do ye go in and try to save her life; for if
 strangers come, they prove more persuasive than the friends of every
 day. 
 
 LEADER OF THE CHORUS Ah yes! I hear an outcry in the house amongst
 the servants, confirming the news thou hast brought. Poor sufferer!
 she seems about to show lively grief for her grave crimes; for she
 has escaped her servants' hands and is rushing from the house, eager
 to end her life.  (HERMIONE enters, in agitation. She is carrying
 a sword which the NURSE wrests from her.)  
 
 HERMIONE  (chanting) Woe, woe is me! I will rend my hair and tear
 cruel furrows in my cheeks. 
 
 NURSE My child, what wilt thou do? Wilt thou disfigure thyself?
 
 HERMIONE  (chanting) Ah me! ah me! Begone, thou fine-spun veil! float
 from my head away! 
 
 NURSE Daughter, cover up thy bosom, fasten thy robe. 
 
 HERMIONE  (chanting) Why should I cover it? My crimes against my
 lord are manifest and clear, they cannot be hidden. 
 
 NURSE Art so grieved at having devised thy rival's death?
 
 HERMIONE  (chanting) Yea, I deeply mourn my fatal deeds of daring;
 alas! I am now accursed in all men's eyes! 
 
 NURSE Thy husband will pardon thee this error. 
 
 HERMIONE  (chanting) Oh! why didst thou hunt me to snatch away my
 sword? Give, oh! give it back, dear nurse, that I may thrust it through
 my heart Why dost thou prevent me hanging myself? 
 
 NURSE What! was I to let thy madness lead thee on to death?
 
 HERMIONE  (chanting) Ah me, my destiny! Where can I find some friendly
 fire? To what rocky height can I climb above the sea or 'mid some
 wooded mountain glen, there to die and trouble but the dead?
 
 NURSE Why vex thyself thus? on all of us sooner or later heaven's
 visitation comes. 
 
 HERMIONE  (chanting) Thou hast left me, O my father, left me like
 a stranded bark, all alone, without an oar. My lord will surely slay
 me; no home is mine henceforth beneath my husband's roof. What god
 is there to whose statue I can as a suppliant haste? or shall I throw
 myself in slavish wise at slavish knees? Would I could speed away
 from Phthia's land on bird's dark pinion, or like that pine-built
 ship, the first that ever sailed betwixt the rocks Cyanean!
 
 NURSE My child, I can as little praise thy previous sinful excesses,
 committed against the Trojan captive, as thy present exaggerated terror.
 Thy husband will never listen to a barbarian's weak pleading and reject
 his marriage with thee for this. For thou wast no captive from Troy
 whom he wedded, but the daughter of a gallant sire, with a rich dower,
 from a city too of no mean prosperity. Nor will thy father forsake
 thee, as thou dreadest, and allow thee to be cast out from this house.
 Nay, enter now, nor show thyself before the palace, lest the sight
 of thee there bring reproach upon thee, my daughter.  (The NURSE departs
 as ORESTES and his attendants enter.)  
 
 LEADER Lo! a stranger of foreign appearance from some other land
 comes hurrying towards us. 
 
 ORESTES Women of this foreign land! is this the home, the palace
 of Achilles' son? 
 
 LEADER Thou hast it; but who art thou to ask such a question?
 
 ORESTES The son of Agamemnon and Clytemnestra, by name Orestes, on
 ply way to the oracle of Zeus at Dodona. But now that I am come to
 Phthia, I am resolved to inquire about my kinswoman, Hermione of Sparta;
 is she alive and well? for though she dwells in a land far from my
 own, I love her none the less. 
 
 HERMIONE Son of Agamemnon, thy appearing is as a haven from the storm
 to sailors; by thy knees I pray, have pity on me in my distress, on
 me of whose fortunes thou art inquiring. About thy knees I twine my
 arms with all the force of sacred fillets. 
 
 ORESTES Ha! what is this? Am I mistaken or do I really see before
 me the queen of this palace, the daughter of Menelaus? 
 
 HERMIONE The same, that only child whom Helen, daughter of Tyndareus,
 bore my father in his halls; never doubt that. 
 
 ORESTES O saviour Phoebus, grant us respite from our woe! But what
 is the matter? art thou afflicted by gods or men? 
 
 HERMIONE Partly by myself, partly by the man who wedded me, and partly
 by some god. On every side I see ruin. 
 
 ORESTES Why, what misfortune could happen to a woman as yet childless,
 unless her honour is concerned? 
 
 HERMIONE My very ill! Thou hast hit my case exactly. 
 
 ORESTES On whom has thy husband set his affections in thy stead?
 
 HERMIONE On his captive, Hector's wife. 
 
 ORESTES An evil case indeed, for a man to have two wives!
 
 HERMIONE 'Tis even thus. So I resented it. 
 
 ORESTES Didst thou with woman's craft devise a plot against thy rival?
 
 HERMIONE Yes, to slay her and her bastard child. 
 
 ORESTES And didst thou slay them, or did something happen to rescue
 them from thee? 
 
 HERMIONE It was old Peleus, who showed regard to the weaker side.
 
 ORESTES Hadst thou any accomplice in this attempted murder?
 
 HERMIONE My father came from Sparta for this very purpose.
 
 ORESTES And was he after all defeated by that old man's prowess?
 
 HERMIONE Oh no! but by shame; and he hath gone and left me all alone.
 
 ORESTES I understand; thou art afraid of thy husband for what thou
 hast done. 
 
 HERMIONE Thou hast guessed it; for he will have a right to slay me.
 What can say for myself? Yet I beseech thee by Zeus the god of our
 family, send me to a land as far as possible from this, or to my father's
 house; for these very walls seem to cry out "Begone!" and all the
 land of Phthia hates me. But if my lord return ere that from the oracle
 of Phoebus, he will put me to death on a shameful charge, or enslave
 me to his mistress, whom ruled before. Maybe some one will say, "How
 was it thou didst go thus astray?" I was ruined by evil women who
 came to me and puffed me up with words like these: "Wait! wilt thou
 suffer that vile captive, a mere bondmaid, to dwell within thy house
 and share thy wedded rights? By Heaven's queen! if it were my house
 she should not live to reap my marriage-harvest!" And I listened to
 the words of these Sirens, the cunning, knavish, subtle praters, and
 was filled with silly thoughts. What need had I to care about my lord?
 I had all I wanted, wealth in plenty, a house in which I was mistress,
 and as for children, mine would be born in wedlock, while hers would
 be bastards, half-slaves to mine. Oh! never, never,-this truth will
 I repeat,-should men of sense, who have wives, allow women-folk to
 visit them in their homes, for they teach them evil; one, to gain
 some private end, helps to corrupt their honour; another, having made
 a slip herself, wants a companion in misfortune, while many are wantons;
 and hence it is men's houses are tainted. Wherefore keep strict guard
 upon the portals of your houses with bolts and bars; for these visits
 of strange women lead to no good result, but a world of ill.
 
 LEADER Thou hast given thy tongue too free a rein regarding thy own
 sex. I can pardon thee in this case, but still women ought to smooth
 over their sisters' weaknesses. 
 
 ORESTES 'Twas sage counsel he gave who taught men to hear the arguments
 on both sides. I, for instance, though aware of the confusion in this
 house, the quarrel between thee and Hector's wife, waited awhile and
 watched to see whether thou wouldst stay here or from fear of that
 captive art minded to quit these halls. Now it was not so much regard
 for thy message that brought me thither, as the intention of carrying
 thee away from this house, if, as now, thou shouldst grant me a chance
 of saying so. For thou wert mine formerly, but art now living with
 thy present husband through thy father's baseness; since he, before
 invading Troy's domains, betrothed thee to me, and then afterwards
 promised thee to thy present lord, provided he captured the city of
 Troy. 
 
 So, as soon as Achilles' son returned hither, I forgave thy father,
 but entreated the bridegroom to forego his marriage with thee, telling
 him all I had endured and my present misfortune; I might get a wife,
 I said, from amongst friends, but outside their circle 'twas no easy
 task for one exiled like myself from home. Thereat he grew abusive,
 taunting me with my mother's murder and those blood-boltered fiends.
 And I was humbled by the fortunes of my house, and though 'tis true,
 I grieved, yet did I bear my sorrow, and reluctantly departed, robbed
 of thy promised hand. Now therefore, since thou findest thy fortune
 so abruptly changed and art fallen thus on evil days and hast no help,
 I will take thee hence and place thee in thy father's hands. For kinship
 hath strong claims, and in adversity there is naught better than a
 kinsman's kindly aid. 
 
 HERMIONE As for my marriage, my father must look to it; 'tis not
 for me to decide. Yes, take me hence as soon as may be, lest my husband
 come back to his house before I am gone, or Peleus hear that I am
 deserting his son's abode and pursue me with his swift steeds.
 
 ORESTES Rest easy about the old man's power; and, as for Achilles'
 son with all his insolence to me, never fear him; such a crafty net
 this hand hath woven and set for his death with knots that none can
 loose; whereof I will not speak before the time, but, when my plot
 begins to work, Delphi's rock will witness it. If but my allies in
 the Pythian land abide by their oaths, this same murderer of his mother
 will show that no one else shall marry thee my rightful bride. To
 his cost will he demand satisfaction of King Phoebus for his father's
 blood; nor shall his repentance avail him though he is now submitting
 to the god. No! he shall perish miserably by Apollo's hand and my
 false accusations; so shall he find out my enmity. For the deity upsets
 the fortune of them that hate him, and suffers them not to be high-minded.
 (ORESTES and HERMIONE depart.)  
 
 CHORUS  (singing, strophe 1)
 
 O Phoebus! who didst fence the hill of Ilium with a fair coronal
 of towers, and thou, ocean-god! coursing o'er the main with thy dark
 steeds, wherefore did ye hand over in dishonour your own handiwork
 to the war-god, master of the spear, abandoning Troy to wretchedness?
 
 (antistrophe 1)
 
 Many a well-horsed car ye yoked on the banks of Simois, and many
 a bloody tournament did ye ordain with never a prize to win; and Ilium's
 princes are dead and gone; no longer in Troy is seen the blaze of
 fire on altars of the gods with the smoke of incense. 
 
 (strophe 2)
 
 The son of Atreus is no more, slain by the hand of his wife, and
 she herself hath paid the debt of blood by death, and from her children's
 hands received her doom. The god's own bidding from his oracle was
 levelled against her, in the day that Agamemnon's son set forth from
 Argos and visited his shrine; so he slew her, aye, spilt his own mother's
 blood. O Phoebus, O thou power divine, how can I believe the story?
 
 (antistrophe 2)
 
 Anon wherever Hellenes gather, was heard the voice of lamentation,
 mothers weeping o'er their children's fate, as they left their homes
 to mate with strangers. Ah! thou art not the only one, nor thy dear
 ones either, on whom the cloud of grief hath fallen. Hellas had to
 bear the visitation, and thence the scourge crossed to Phrygia's fruitful
 fields, raining the bloody drops the death-god loves.  (PELEUS enters
 in haste.)  
 
 PELEUS Ye dames of Phthia, answer my questions. I heard a vague rumour
 that the daughter of Menelaus had left these halls and fled; so now
 I am come in hot haste to learn if this be true; for it is the duty
 of those who are at home to labour in the interests of their absent
 friends. 
 
 LEADER OF THE CHORUS Thou hast heard aright, O Peleus; ill would
 it become me to hide the evil case in which I now find myself; our
 queen has fled and left these halls. 
 
 PELEUS What did she fear? explain that to me. 
 
 LEADER She was afraid her lord would cast her out. 
 
 PELEUS In return for plotting his child's death? surely not?
 
 LEADER Yea, and she was afraid of yon captive. 
 
 PELEUS With whom did she leave the house? with her father?
 
 LEADER The son of Agamemnon came and took her hence. 
 
 PELEUS What view hath he to further thereby? Will he marry her?
 
 LEADER Yes, and he is plotting thy grandson's death. 
 
 PELEUS From an ambuscade, or meeting him fairly face to face?
 
 LEADER In the holy place of Loxias, leagued with Delphians.
 
 PELEUS God help us. This is a present danger. Hasten one of you with
 all speed to the Pythian altar and tell our friends there what has
 happened here, ere Achilles' son be slain by his enemies.  (A MESSENGER
 enters.)  
 
 MESSENGER Woe worth the day! what evil tidings have I brought for
 thee, old sire, and for all who love my master! woe is me!
 
 PELEUS Alas! my prophetic soul hath a presentiment. 
 
 MESSENGER Aged Peleus, hearken! Thy grandson is no more; so grievously
 is he smitten by the men of Delphi and the stranger from Mycenae.
 
 LEADER Ah! what wilt thou do, old man? Fall not; uplift thyself.
 
 PELEUS I am a thing of naught; death is come upon me. My voice is
 choked, my limbs droop beneath me. 
 
 MESSENGER Hearken; if thou art eager also to avenge thy friends,
 lift up thyself and hear what happened. 
 
 PELEUS Ah, destiny! how tightly hast thou caught me in thy toils,
 a poor old man at life's extremest verge! But tell me how he was taken
 from me, my one son's only child; unwelcome as such news is, I fain
 would hear it. 
 
 MESSENGER As soon as we reached the famous soil of Phoebus, for three
 whole days were we feasting our eyes with the sight. And this, it
 seems, caused suspicion; for the folk, who dwell near the god's shrine,
 began to collect in groups, while Agamemnon's son, going to and fro
 through the town, would whisper in each man's ear malignant hints:
 "Do ye see yon fellow, going in and out of the god's treasure-chambers,
 which are full of the gold stored there by all mankind? He is come
 hither a second time on the same mission as before, eager to sack
 the temple of Phoebus." Thereon there ran an angry murmur through
 the city, and the magistrates flocked to their council-chamber, while
 those, who have charge of the god's treasures, had a guard privately
 placed amongst the colonnades. But we, knowing naught as yet of this,
 took sheep fed in the pastures of Parnassus, and went our way and
 stationed ourselves at the altars with vouchers and Pythian seers.
 And one said: "What prayer, young warrior, wouldst thou have us offer
 to the god? Wherefore art thou come?" And he answered: "I wish to
 make atonement to Phoebus for my past transgression; for once I claimed
 from him satisfaction for my father's blood." Thereupon the rumour,
 spread by Orestes, proved to have great weight, suggesting that my
 master was lying and had come on a shameful errand. But he crosses
 the threshold of the temple to pray to Phoebus before his oracle,
 and was busy with his burnt-offering; when a body of men armed with
 swords set themselves in ambush against him in the cover of the bay-trees,
 and Clytemnestra's son, that had contrived the whole plot was one
 of them. There stood the young man praying to the god in sight of
 all, when lo! with their sharp swords they stabbed Achilles' unprotected
 son from behind. But he stepped back, for it was not a mortal wound
 he had received, and drew his sword, and snatching armour from the
 pegs where it hung on a pillar, took his stand upon the altar-steps,
 the picture of a warrior grim; then cried he to the sons of Delphi,
 and asked them: "Why seek to slay me when I am come on a holy mission?
 What cause is there why I should die? But of all that throng of bystanders,
 no man answered him a word, but they set to hurling stones. Then he,
 though bruised and battered by the showers of missiles from all sides,
 covered himself behind his mail and tried to ward off the attack,
 holding his shield first here, then there, at arm's length, but all
 of no avail; for a storm of darts, arrows and javelins, hurtling spits
 with double points, and butchers' knives for slaying steers, came
 flying at his feet; and terrible was the war-dance thou hadst then
 seen thy grandson dance to avoid their marksmanship. At last, when
 they were hemming him in on all sides, allowing him no breathing space,
 he left the shelter of the altar, the hearth where victims are placed,
 and with one bound was on them as on the Trojans of yore; and they
 turned and fled like doves when they see the hawk. Many fell in the
 confusion: some wounded, and others trodden down by one another along
 the narrow passages; and in that hushed holy house uprose unholy din
 and echoed back from the rocks. Calm and still my master stood there
 in his gleaming harness like a flash of light, till from the inmost
 shrine there came a voice of thrilling horror, stirring the crowd
 to make a stand. Then fell Achilles' son, smitten through the flank
 by some Delphian's biting blade, some fellow that slew him with a
 host to help; and as he fell, there was not one that did not stab
 him, or cast a rock and batter his corpse. So his whole body, once
 so fair, was marred with savage wounds. At last they cast the lifeless
 clay, Iying near the altar, forth from the fragrant fane. And we gathered
 up his remains forthwith and are bringing them to thee, old prince,
 to mourn and weep and honour with a deep-dug tomb. 
 
 This is how that prince who vouchsafeth oracles to others, that judge
 of what is right for all the world, hath revenged himself on Achilles'
 son, remembering his ancient quarrel as a wicked man would. How then
 can he be wise?  (The MESSENGER withdraws as the body of Neoptolemus
 is carried in on a bier. The following lines between PELEUS and the
 CHORUS are chanted responsively.)  
 
 CHORUS Lo! e'en now our prince is being carried on a bier from Delphi's
 land unto his home. Woe for him and his sad fate, and woe for thee,
 old sire! for this is not the welcome thou wouldst give Achilles'
 son, the lion's whelp; thyself too by this sad mischance dost share
 his evil lot. 
 
 PELEUS Ah! woe is me! here is a sad sight for me to see and take
 unto my halls! Ah me! ah me! I am undone, thou city of Thessaly! My
 line now ends; I have no children left me in my home. Oh! the sorrows
 seem born to endure! What friend can I look to for relief? Ah, dear
 lips, and cheeks, and hands! Would thy destiny had slain the 'neath
 Ilium's walls beside the banks of Simois! 
 
 CHORUS Had he so died, my aged lord, he had won him honour thereby,
 and thine had been the happier lot. 
 
 PELEUS O marriage, marriage, woe to thee! thou bane of my home, thou
 destroyer of my city! Ah my child, my boy, would that the honour of
 wedding thee, fraught with evil as it was to my children and house,
 had not thrown o'er thee, my son, Hermione's deadly net! that the
 thunderbolt had slain her sooner! and that thou, rash mortal, hadst
 never charged the great god Phoebus with aiming that murderous shaft
 that spilt thy hero-father's blood! 
 
 CHORUS Woe! woe! alas! With due observance of funeral rites will
 I begin the mourning for my dead master. 
 
 PELEUS Alack and well-a-day! I take up the tearful dirge, ah me!
 old and wretched as I am. 
 
 CHORUS 'Tis Heaven's decree; God willed this heavy stroke.
 
 PELEUS O darling child, thou hast left me all alone in my halls,
 old and childless by thy loss. 
 
 CHORUS Thou shouldst have died, old sire, before thy children.
 
 PELEUS Shall I not tear my hair, and smite upon my head with grievous
 blows? O city! of both my children hath Phoebus robbed me.
 
 CHORUS What evils thou hast suffered, what sorrows thou hast seen,
 thou poor old man! what shall be thy life hereafter? 
 
 PELEUS Childless, desolate, with no limit to my grief, I must drain
 the cup of woe, until I die. 
 
 CHORUS 'Twas all in vain the gods wished thee joy on thy wedding
 day. 
 
 PELEUS All my hopes have flown away, fallen short of my high boasts.
 
 CHORUS A lonely dweller in a lonely home art thou. 
 
 PELEUS I have no city any longer; there! on the ground my sceptre
 do cast; and thou, daughter of Nereus, 'neath thy dim grotto, shalt
 see me grovelling in the dust, a ruined king. 
 
 CHORUS Look, look!  (A dim form of divine appearance is seen hovering
 mid air.)  What is that moving? what influence divine am I conscious
 of? Look, maidens, mark it well; see, yonder is some deity, wafted
 through the lustrous air and alighting on the plains of Phthia, home
 of steeds. 
 
 THETIS  (from above) O Peleus! because of my wedded days with thee
 now long agone, I Thetis am come from the halls of Nereus. And first
 I counsel thee not to grieve to excess in thy present distress, for
 I too who need ne'er have borne children to my sorrow, have lost the
 child of our love, Achilles swift of foot, foremost of the sons of
 Hellas. Next will I declare why I am come, and do thou give ear. Carry
 yonder corpse, Achilles' son, to the Pythian altar and there bury
 it, a reproach to Delphi, that his tomb may proclaim the violent death
 he met at the hand of Orestes. And for his captive wife Andromache,-she
 must dwell in the Molossian land, united in honourable wedlock with
 Helenus, and with her this babe, the sole survivor as he is of all
 the line of Aeacus, for from him a succession of prosperous kings
 of Molossia is to go on unbroken; for the race that springs from thee
 and me, my aged lord, must not thus be brought to naught; no! nor
 Troy's line either; for her fate too is cared for by the gods, albeit
 her fall was due to the eager wish of Pallas. Thee too, that thou
 mayst know the saving grace of wedding me, will I, a goddess born
 and daughter of a god, release from all the ills that flesh is heir
 to and make a deity to know not death nor decay. From henceforth in
 the halls of Nereus shalt thou dwell with me, god and goddess together;
 thence shalt thou rise dry-shod from out the main and see Achilles,
 our dear son, settled in his island-home by the strand of Leuce, that
 is girdled by the Euxine sea. But get thee to Delphi's god-built town,
 carrying this corpse with thee, and, after thou hast buried him, return
 and settle in the cave which time hath hollowed in the Sepian rock
 and there abide, till from the sea I come with choir of fifty Nereids
 to be thy escort thence; for fate's decree thou must fulfil; such
 is the pleasure of Zeus. Cease then to mourn the dead; this is the
 lot which heaven assigns to all, and all must pay their debt to death.
 
 PELEUS Great queen, my honoured wife, from Nereus sprung, all hail!
 thou art acting herein as befits thyself and thy children. So I will
 stay my grief at thy bidding, goddess, and, when I have buried the
 dead, will seek the glens of Pelion, even the place where I took thy
 beauteous form to my embrace. Surely after this every prudent man
 will seek to marry a wife of noble stock and give his daughter to
 a husband good and true, never setting his heart on a worthless woman,
 not even though she bring a sumptuous dowry to his house. So would
 men ne'er suffer ill at heaven's hand.  (THETIS vanishes.)
 
 CHORUS  (chanting) Many are the shapes of Heaven's denizens, and
 many a thing they bring to pass contrary to our expectation; that
 which we thought would be is not accomplished, while for the unexpected
 God finds out a way. E'en such hath been the issue of this matter.
 
 THE END