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 By Euripides
 Translated by E. P. Coleridge
 Dramatis Personae
 TEUCER, a Greek warrior, who fought at Troy
 MENELAUS, King of Sparta
 THEOCLYMENUS, King of Egypt
 Before the palace of THEOCLYMENUS in Egypt. It is near the mouth of
 the Nile. The tomb of Proteus, the father of THEOCLYMENUS is visible.
 HELEN is discovered alone before the tomb.
 HELEN Lo! These are the fair virgin streams of Nile, the river that
 waters Egypt's tilth, fed by pure melting snow instead of rain from
 heaven. Proteus during his life-time was king of this land, dwelling
 in the isle of Pharos, and ruling o'er Egypt; and he took to wife
 one of the daughters of the sea, Psamathe, after she left the embraces
 of Aeacus. Two children she bare in this his palace, a son Theoclymenus,
 who hath passed his life in duteous service to the gods, and likewise
 a noble daughter, her mother's pride, called Eido in her infancy,
 but when she reached her youthful prime, the age for wedded joys,
 renamed Theonoe; for well she knew whate'er the gods design, both
 present and to come, for she had won this guerdon from her grandsire
 Nereus. Nor is my fatherland unknown to fame, e'en Sparta, or my sire
 Tyndareus; for a legend tells how Zeus winged his way to my mother
 Leda's breast, in the semblance of a bird, even a swan, and thus as
 he fled from an eagle's pursuit, achieved by guile his amorous purpose,
 if this tale be true. My name is Helen, and I will now recount the
 sorrows I have suffered. To a hollow vale on Ida came three goddesses
 to Paris, for beauty's prize contending, Hera and Cypris, and the
 virgin child of Zeus, eager to secure his verdict on their loveliness.
 Now Cypris held out my beauty,-if aught so wretched deserves that
 name,-as a bride before the eyes of Paris, saying he should marry
 me; and so she won the day; wherefore the shepherd of Ida left his
 steading, and came to Sparta, thinking to win me for his bride. But
 Hera, indignant at not defeating the goddesses, brought to naught
 my marriage with Paris, and gave to Priam's princely son not Helen,
 but a phantom endowed with life, that she made in my image out of
 the breath of heaven; and Paris thought that I was his, although I
 never was,-an idle fancy! Moreover, the counsels of Zeus added further
 troubles unto these; for upon the land of Hellas and the hapless Phrygians
 he brought a war, that he might lighten mother-earth of her myriad
 hosts of men, and to the bravest of the sons of Hellas bring renown.
 So I was set up as a prize for all the chivalry of Hellas, to test
 the might of Phrygia, yet not I, but my name alone; for Hermes caught
 me up in the embracing air, and veiled me in a cloud; for Zeus was
 not unmindful of me; and he set me down here in the house of Proteus,
 judging him to be the most virtuous of all mankind; that so I might
 preserve my marriage with Menelaus free from taint. Here then I abide,
 while my hapless lord has gathered an army, and is setting out for
 the towers of Ilium to track and recover me. And there by Scamander's
 streams hath many a life breathed out its last, and all for me; and
 I, that have endured all this, am accursed, and seem to have embroiled
 all Hellas in a mighty war by proving a traitress to my husband. Why,
 then, do I prolong my life? Because I heard Hermes declare, that I
 should yet again make my home on Sparta's glorious soil, with my lord,-for
 Hermes knew I never went to Ilium,-that so I might never submit to
 any other's wooing. Now as long as Proteus gazed upon yon glorious
 sun, I was safe from marriage; but when o'er him the dark grave closed,
 the dead man's son was eager for my hand. But I, from regard to my
 former husband, am throwing myself down in suppliant wise before this
 tomb of Proteus, praying him to guard my husband's honour, that, though
 through Hellas I bear a name dishonoured, at least my body here may
 not incur disgrace.  (TEUCER enters.)  
 TEUCER Who is lord and master of this fenced palace? The house is
 one I may compare to the halls of Plutus, with its royal bulwarks
 and towering buildings. Ha! great gods! what sight is here? I see
 the counterfeit of that fell murderous dame, who ruined me and all
 the Achaeans. May Heaven show its loathing for thee, so much dost
 thou resemble Helen! Were I not standing on a foreign soil, with this
 well-aimed shaft had worked thy death, thy reward for resembling the
 daughter of Zeus. 
 HELEN Oh! why, poor man, whoe'er thou art, dost thou turn from me,
 loathing me for those troubles Helen caused? 
 TEUCER I was wrong; I yielded to my anger more than I ought; my reason
 was, the hate all Hellas bears to that daughter of Zeus. Pardon me,
 lady, for the words I uttered. 
 HELEN Who art thou? whence comest thou to visit this land?
 TEUCER One of those hapless Achaeans am I, lady. 
 HELEN No wonder then that thou dost bate Helen. But say, who art
 thou? Whence comest? By what name am I to call thee? 
 TEUCER My name is Teucer; my sire was Telamon, and Salamis is the
 land that nurtured me. 
 HELEN Then why art thou visiting these meadows by the Nile?
 TEUCER A wanderer I, an exile from my native land. 
 HELEN Thine must be a piteous lot; who from thy country drives thee
 TEUCER My father Telamon. Couldst find a nearer and a dearer?
 HELEN But why? This case is surely fraught with woe. 
 TEUCER The death of Ajax my brother at Troy was my ruin.
 HELEN How so? surely 'twas not thy sword that stole his life away?
 TEUCER He threw himself on his own blade and died. 
 HELEN Was he mad? for who with sense endowed would bring himself
 to this? 
 TEUCER Dost thou know aught of Achilles. son of Peleus?
 HELEN He came, so I have heard, to woo Helen once. 
 TEUCER When he died, he left his arms for his comrades to contest.
 HELEN Well, if he did, what harm herein to Ajax? 
 TEUCER When another won these arms, to himself he put an end.
 HELEN Art thou then a sufferer by woes that he inflicted?
 TEUCER Yes, because I did not join him in his death. 
 HELEN So thou camest, sir stranger, to Ilium's famous town?
 TEUCER Aye, and, after helping to sack it, myself did learn what
 ruin meant. 
 HELEN Is Troy already fired and utterly by flames consumed?
 TEUCER Yea, so that not so much as one vestige of her walls is now
 to be seen. 
 HELEN Woe is thee, poor Helen! thou art the cause of Phrygia's ruin.
 TEUCER And of Achaea's too. Ah! 'tis a tale of grievous misery!
 HELEN How long is it since the city was sacked? 
 TEUCER Nigh seven fruitful seasons have come and gone. 
 HELEN And how much longer did ye abide in Troy? 
 TEUCER Many a weary month, till through ten full years the moon had
 held her course. 
 HELEN And did ye capture that Spartan dame? 
 TEUCER Menelaus caught her by the hair, and was for dragging her
 HELEN Didst thou thyself behold that unhappy one? or art thou speaking
 from hearsay? 
 TEUCER As plain as I now see thee, I then saw her. 
 HELEN Consider whether ye were but indulging an idle fancy sent by
 TEUCER Bethink thee of some other topic; no more of her!
 HELEN Are you so sure this fancy was reliable? 
 TEUCER With these eyes I saw her face to face, if so be I see thee
 HELEN Hath Menelaus reached his home by this time with his wife?
 TEUCER No; he is neither in Argos, nor yet by the streams of Eurotas.
 HELEN Ah me! here is evil news for those to whom thou art telling
 TEUCER 'Tis said he disappeared with his wife. 
 HELEN Did not all the Argives make the passage together?
 TEUCER Yes: but a tempest scattered them in every direction.
 HELEN In what quarter of the broad ocean? 
 TEUCER They were crossing the Aegean in mid channel. 
 HELEN And after that, doth no man know of Menelaus' arrival?
 TEUCER No; none; but through Hellas is he reported to be dead.
 HELEN Then am I lost. Is the daughter of Thestius alive?
 TEUCER Dost speak of Leda? She is dead; aye, dead and gone.
 HELEN Was it Helen's shame that caused her death? 
 TEUCER Aye, 'tis said she tied the noose about her noble neck.
 HELEN Are the sons of Tyndareus still alive or not? 
 TEUCER Dead, and yet alive: 'tis a double story. 
 HELEN Which is the more credible report? Woe is me for my sorrows!
 TEUCER Men say that they are gods in the likeness of stars.
 HELEN That is happy news; but what is the other rumour?
 TEUCER That they by self-inflicted wounds gave up the ghost because
 of their sister's shame. But enough of such talk! I have no wish to
 multiply my griefs. The reason of my coming to this royal palace was
 a wish to see that famous prophetess Theonoe. Do thou the means afford,
 that I from her may obtain an oracle how I shall steer a favourable
 course to the sea-girt shores of Cyprus; for there Apollo hath declared
 my home shall be, giving to it the name of Salamis, my island home,
 in honour of that fatherland across the main. 
 HELEN That shall the voyage itself explain, sir stranger; but do
 thou leave these shores and fly, ere the son of Proteus, the ruler
 of this land, catch sight of thee. Now is he away with his trusty
 hounds tracking his savage quarry to the death; for every stranger
 that he catcheth from the land of Hellas doth he slay. His reason
 never ask to know; my lips are sealed; for what could word of mine
 avail thee? 
 TEUCER Lady, thy words are fair. Heaven grant thee a fair requital
 for this kindness! For though in form thou dost resemble Helen, thy
 soul is not like hers, nay, very different. Perdition seize her! May
 she never reach the streams of Eurotas! But thine be joy for evermore,
 lady!  (TEUCER departs. The CHORUS OF CAPTIVE GREEK WOMEN enter. They
 sing responsively with HELEN.)  
 HELEN Ah me! what piteous dirge shall I strive to utter, now that
 I am beginning my strain of bitter lamentation? What Muse shall I
 approach with tears or songs of death or woe? Ah me! ye Sirens, Earth's
 virgin daughters, winged maids, come, oh! come to aid my mourning,
 bringing with you the Libyan flute or pipe, to waft to Persephone's
 ear a tearful plaint, the echo of my sorrow, with grief for grief,
 and mournful chant for chant, with songs of death and doom to match
 my lamentation, that in return she may receive from me, besides my
 tears, dirges for the departed dead beneath her gloomy roof!
 CHORUS Beside the deep-blue water I chanced to be hanging purple
 robes along the tendrils green and on the sprouting reeds, to dry
 them in the sun-god's golden blaze, when lo! I heard a sound of woe,
 a mournful wail, the voice of one crying aloud in her anguish; yea,
 such a cry of woe as Naiad nymph might send ringing o'er the hills,
 while to her cry the depths of rocky grots re-echo her screams at
 the violence of Pan. 
 HELEN Woe! woe! ye maids of Hellas, booty of barbarian sailors! one
 hath come, an Achaean mariner, bringing fresh tears to me, the news
 of Ilium's overthrow, how that it is left to the mercy of the foeman's
 flame, and all for me the murderess, or for my name with sorrow fraught.
 While for anguish at my deed of shame, hath Leda sought her death
 by hanging; and on the deep, to weary wandering doomed my lord hath
 met his end; and Castor and his brother, twin glory of their native
 land, are vanished from men's sight, leaving the plains that shook
 to their galloping steeds, and the course beside reed-fringed Eurotas,
 where those youthful athletes strove. 
 CHORUS Ah, misery! Alas! for thy grievous destiny! Woe for thy sad
 lot, lady! Ah! 'twas a day of sorrow meted out for thee when Zeus
 came glancing through the sky on snowy pinions like a swan and won
 thy mother's heart. What evil is not thine? Is there a grief in life
 that thou hast not endured? Thy mother is dead; the two dear sons
 of Zeus have perished miserably, and thou art severed from thy country's
 sight, while through the towns of men a rumour runs, consigning thee,
 my honoured mistress, to a barbarian's bed; and 'mid the ocean waves
 thy lord hath lost his life, and never, never more shalt thou fill
 with joy thy father's halls or Athena's temple of the "Brazen House."
 HELEN Ah! who was that Phrygian, who was he, that felled that pine
 with sorrow fraught for Ilium, and for those that came from Hellas?
 Hence it was that Priam's son his cursed barque did build, and sped
 by barbarian oars sailed unto my home, in quest of beauty, woman's
 curse, to win me for his bride; and with him sailed the treacherous
 queen of Love, on slaughter bent, with death alike for Priam's sons,
 and Danai too. Ah me! for my hard lot! Next, Hera, stately bride of
 Zeus, seated on her golden throne, sent the son of Maia, swift of
 foot, who caught me up as I was gathering fresh rose-buds in the folds
 of my robe, that I might go to the "Brazen House," and bore me through
 the air to this loveless land, making me an object of unhappy strife
 'twixt Hellas and the race of Priam. And my name is but a sound without
 reality beside the streams of Simois. 
 LEADER OF THE CHORUS Well I know thou hast a bitter lot to bear;
 still 'tis best to bear as lightly as we may the ills that life is
 heir to. 
 HELEN Good friends, to what a fate am I united? Did not my mother
 bear me to be a monster to the world? For no woman, Hellene or barbarian,
 gives birth to babes in eggs inclosed, as they say Leda bare me to
 Zeus. My life and all I do is one miracle, partly owing to Hera, and
 partly is my beauty to blame. Would God I could rub my beauty out
 like a picture, and assume hereafter in its stead a form less comely,
 and oh! that Hellas had forgotten the evil fate that now I bear, and
 were now remembering my career of honour as surely as they do my deeds
 of shame. Now, if a man doth turn his eyes to a single phase of fortune,
 and meets ill-usage at heaven's hands, 'tis hard no doubt; but still
 it can be borne; but I in countless troubles am involved. First, although
 I never sinned, my good name is gone. And this is a grief beyond the
 reality, if a man incurs blame for sins that are not his. Next, have
 the gods removed me from my native land, to dwell with men of barbarous
 ways, and reft of every friend, I arn become a slave though free by
 birth; for amongst barbarians all are slaves but one. And the last
 anchor that held my fortunes, the hope that my husband would return
 one day, and rid me of my woes, is now no more, lost since the day
 he died. My mother too is dead, and I am called her murderess, unjustly
 it is true, but still that injustice is mine to bear; and she that
 was the glory of my house, my darling child, is growing old and grey,
 unwedded still; and those twin brethren, called the sons of Zeus,
 are now no more. But 'tis fortune, not my own doing, that hath crushed
 me with sorrow and slain me. And this is the last evil of all; if
 ever I come to my native land. they will shut me up in prison, thinking
 me that Helen of Ilium, in quest of whom Menelaus came thither. Were
 my husband still alive, we might have recognized each other, by having
 recourse to tokens which ourselves alone would know. But now this
 may not be, nor is there any chance of his escape. Why then do I prolong
 my life? What fortune have I still in store? Shall I choose marriage
 as an alternative of evils, and dwell with a barbarian lord, seated
 at his sumptuous board? No! when a husband she loathes is mated with
 a woman, even life is loathly to her. Best for her to die; but how
 shall I die a noble death? The dangling noose is an uncomely end;
 even slaves consider it disgrace; to stab oneself hath something fair
 and. noble in it; 'tis a small thing that moment of ridding the flesh
 of life. Yes, it must be; I am plunged so deep in misery; for that
 beauty, which to other women is a boon, to me hath been a very bane.
 LEADER Helen, never believe that the stranger, whoe'er he was that
 came, has spoken naught but truth. 
 HELEN Yet he said so clearly that my lord was dead. 
 LEADER There is much that falsehood seems to make quite clear.
 HELEN The word of truth hath a very different sound to falsehood.
 LEADER Thou art inclined to misfortune, rather than to luck.
 HELEN Fear girds me with terrors as with a garment, and takes me
 in her train. 
 LEADER What friends hast thou within the palace? 
 HELEN All are my friends here save him who seeks to wed-me.
 LEADER Thy action then is clear; leave thy seat at the tomb.
 HELEN To what words or advice art thou leading up? 
 LEADER Go in and question the daughter of the ocean Nereid, who knoweth
 all things, even Theonoe, whether thy husband is still alive, or whether
 he hath left the light of day; and when thou knowest for certain,
 be glad or sorrowful, as fits thy fortune. But before thou hast right
 knowledge, what shall sorrow avail thee? Nay, hearken to me; leave
 this tomb and seek the maiden's company, that she may tell thee the
 truth, for from her shalt thou learn all. If thou abide here in this
 seat, what prospect hast thou? And I will myself go in with thee,
 and with thee inquire of the maiden's oracles; for 'tis a woman's
 bounden duty to share a sister's trouble.  (The following lines are
 chanted responsively by HELEN and the CHORUS.)  
 HELEN Kind friends, I welcome your advice. Come in, come in, that
 ye may learn the result of my struggle within the palace.
 CHORUS Thy invitation comes to very willing ears. 
 HELEN Woe for this heavy day! Ah me! what mournful tidings shall
 CHORUS Dear mistress mine, be not a prophetess of sorrow, forestalling
 HELEN What is the fate of my poor husband? Doth he still behold the
 light turning towards the sun-god's chariot and the stars in their
 courses? Or among the dead, beneath the earth, is he to death consigned?
 CHORUS Of the future take a brighter view, whatever shall betide.
 HELEN On thee I call, and thee adjure, Eurotas green with river-reeds,
 to tell me if this rumour of my husband's death be true.
 CHORUS What boots this meaningless appeal? 
 HELEN About my neck will I fasten the deadly noose from above, or
 drive the murderous knife with self-aimed thrust deep into my throat
 to sever it, striving to cut my flesh, a sacrifice to those goddesses
 three and to that son of Priam, who in days gone by would wake the
 music of his pipe around his steading. 
 CHORUS Oh may sorrow be averted otherwhither, and thou be blest!
 HELEN Woe is thee, unhappy Troy! Thou through deeds not done by the
 art ruined, and hast suffered direst woe; for the gift that Cypris
 gave to me, hath caused a sea of blood to flow, and many an eye to
 weep, with grief on grief and tear on tear. All this hath Ilium suffered
 and mothers have lost their children; and virgin sisters of the slain
 have cut off their tresses by the swollen tide of Phrygian Scamander.
 And the land of Hellas hath lifted her voice of woe and broken forth
 in wailing, smiting on her head, and making tender cheeks to stream
 with gore beneath the rending nail. Ah blest maid Callisto, who long
 ago in Arcady didst find favour with Zeus, in the semblance of beast
 four-footed, how much happier was thy lot than my mother's, for thou
 hast changed the burden of thy grief and now with savage eye art weeping
 o'er thy shaggy monster-shape; aye, and hers was a happier lot, whom
 on a day Artemis drove from her choir, changed to a hind with horns
 of gold, the fair Titanian maid, daughter of Merops, because of her
 beauty; but my fair form hath proved the curse of Dardan Troy and
 doomed Achaea's sons.  (HELEN and the CHORUS go into the palace. After
 the doors have closed upon them, MENELAUS enters. He is alone and
 clad in rags.)  
 MENELAUS Ah! Pelops, easy victor long ago o'er thy rival Oenomaus
 in the chariot-race on Pisa's plain, would thou hadst ended thy career
 amongst the gods that day thou wert beguiled into making a banquet
 for them, or ever thou hadst begotten my father Atreus, to whom were
 born by Aerope his wife, Agamemnon and myself Menelaus, an illustrious
 pair; and herein I make no idle boast, for 'twas a mighty host, I
 trow, that I their leader carried o'er the sea to Troy, using no violence
 to make them follow me, but leading all the chivalry of Hellas by
 voluntary consent. And some of these must we number 'mid the slain,
 and some to their joy have 'scaped the sea, bearing to their homes
 again names long reckoned dead. But I, poor wretch, go wandering o'er
 grey Ocean's swell a weary space, long as that which saw me sick the
 towers of Ilium; and for all my longing to reach my country I am not
 counted worthy of this boon by heaven, but to Libya's desert cheerless
 roadsteads have I sailed, to each and all of them; and whensoe'er
 I draw me near my native land, the storm-wind drives me back again,
 and never yet have favouring breezes filled my sails, to let me reach
 my fatherland. And now a wretched, shipwrecked mariner, my friends
 all lost, am I cast up upon this shore; and my ship is shattered in
 a thousand pieces against the rocks; and its keel was wrested from
 its cunning fastenings; thereon did I with difficulty escape, most
 unexpectedly, and Helen also, for her had I rescued from Troy and
 had with me. But the name of this country and its people I know not;
 for I blushed to mingle with the crowd to question them, anxious for
 very shame to hide my misfortunes which reduce me to these sorry rags.
 For when a man of high degree meets with adversity, he feels the strangeness
 of his fallen state more keenly than a sufferer of long standing.
 Dire want is wasting me; for I have neither food, nor raiment to gird
 myself withal; behold the facts before you to judge from-I am clad
 in tatters cast up from the ship; while all the robes I once did wear,
 glorious attire and ornaments, bath the sea swallowed; and in a cavern's
 deep recesses have I hidden my wife, the cause of all my trouble,
 and have come hither, after straitly charging the survivors of my
 friends to watch her. Alone am I come, seeking for those there left
 some help, if haply I may find it after careful search. So when I
 saw this palace girt with towering walls and stately gates of some
 prosperous lord, I drew nigh; for I have hope to obtain somewhat for
 my sailors from this wealthy house, whereas from houses which have
 no store, the inmates for all their goodwill could furnish naught.
 Ho! there, who keeps the gate and will come forth to bear my tale
 of woe into the house?  (A PORTRESS comes out of the palace in answer
 to his call.)  
 PORTRESS Who stands before the door? Begone from the housel stand
 not at the court-yard gate, annoying my masters! otherwise shalt thou
 die, for thou art a Hellene born. and with them have we no dealings.
 MENELAUS Mother, herein sayest thou rightly on all points. 'Tis well;
 I will obey; but moderate thy words. 
 PORTRESS Away! stranger, my orders are to admit no Hellene to this
 MENELAUS Ha! do not seek to push me hence, or thrust me away by violence.
 PORTRESS Thou dost not heed my words, and therefore hast thyself
 to blame. 
 MENELAUS Carry my message to thy master in the palace. 
 PORTRESS Some one would rue it, methinks, were I to take thy message.
 MENELAUS I come as a shipwrecked man and a stranger, whom heaven
 PORTRESS Well, get thee to some other house than this. 
 MENELAUS Nay, but I will pass into the house; so listen to me.
 PORTRESS Let me tell thee thou art unwelcome, and soon wilt be forcibly
 MENELAUS Ah me! where are now those famous troops of mine?
 PORTRESS Elsewhere maybe thou wert a mighty man; thou art not here.
 MENELAUS O fortune! I have not deserved such insult. 
 PORTRESS Why are thy eyes with tear-drops wet? Why so sad?
 MENELAUS 'Tis the contrast with my fortunes erst so blest.
 PORTRESS Hence! then, and give thy friends those tears.
 MENELAUS What land is this? whose is the palace? 
 PORTRESS Proteus lives here. It is the land of Egypt. 
 MENELAUS Egypt? Woe is me! to think that hither I have sailed!
 PORTRESS Pray, what fault hast thou to find with the race of Nile?
 MENELAUS 'Twas no fault I found; my own disasters I lament.
 PORTRESS There be plenty in evil case; thou art not the only one.
 MENELAUS Is the king, of whom thou speakest, here within?
 PORTRESS There is his tomb; his son rules in his stead.
 MENELAUS And where may he be? abroad, or in the house? 
 PORTRESS He is not within. To Hellas is he a bitter foe.
 MENELAUS His reason, pray, for this enmity? the results whereof I
 have experienced. 
 PORTRESS Beneath this roof dwells the daughter of Zeus, Helen.
 MENELAUS What mean'st thou? what is it thou hast said? Repeat, I
 pray, thy words. 
 PORTRESS The daughter of Tyndareus is here, who erst in Sparta dwelt.
 MENELAUS Whence came she? What means this business? 
 PORTRESS She came from Lacedaemon hither. 
 MENELAUS When? Surely I have never been robbed of my wife from the
 PORTRESS Before the Achaeans went to Troy, sir stranger. But get
 thee hence; for somewhat hath chanced within, whereat the whole palace
 is in an uproar. Thou comest most unseasonably; and if my master catch
 thee, death will be thy stranger's gift. This say I, because to Hellas
 I am well disposed, albeit I gave thee harsh answers for fear of my
 master.  (The PORTRESS goes back into the palace.)  
 MENELAUS What can I think or say? For after my previous troubles,
 this is a fresh piece of ill-luck I hear, if, indeed, after recovering
 my wife from Troy and bringing her hither, and putting her for safety
 in the cave, I am then to find another woman living here with the
 same name as my wife. She called her the begotten child of Zeus. Can
 there be a man that hath the name of Zeus by the banks of Nile? The
 Zeus of heaven is only one, at any rate. Where is there a Sparta in
 the world save where Eurotas glides between his reedy banks? The name
 of Tyndareus is the name of one alone. Is there any land of the same
 name as Lacedaemon or Troy? I know not what to say; for naturally
 there are many in the wide world that have the same names, cities
 and women too; there is nothing, then, to marvel at. Nor yet again
 will I fly from the alarm a servant raises; for there is none so cruel
 of heart as to refuse me food when once he hears my name. All have
 heard of Ilium's burning, and I, that set it ablaze, am famous now
 throughout the world, I, Menelaus. I therefore wait the master of
 this house. There are two issues I must watch; if he prove somewhat
 stern of heart, I will to my wreck and there conceal myself; but if
 he show any sign of pity, I will ask for help in this my present strait.
 This is the crowning woe in all my misery, to beg the means of life
 from other princes, prince though I be myself; still needs must I.
 Yea, this is no saying of mine, but a word of wisdom, "Naught in might
 exceedeth dread necessity."  (HELEN and the CHORUS enter from the
 palace. They do not notice MENELAUS.)  
 CHORUS  (singing) I have heard the voice of the maiden inspired.
 Clear is the answer she hath vouchsafed within yon palace, declaring
 that Menelaus is not yet dead and buried, passed to the land of shades,
 where darkness takes the place of light; but on the stormy main is
 wearing out his life, nor yet hath reached the haven of his country,
 a wanderer dragging out a piteous existence, reft of every friend,
 setting foot in every corner of the world, as he voyageth home from
 HELEN Lo! once again I seek the shelter of this tomb, with Theonoe's
 sweet tidings in my ears; she that knoweth all things of a truth;
 for she saith my lord is yet alive and in the light of day, albeit
 he is roaming to and fro after many a weary voyage, and hither shall
 he come whenso he reach the limit of his toils, no novice in the wanderer's
 life. But one thing did she leave unsaid. Is he to escape when he
 hath come? And I refrained from asking that question clearly, so glad
 was I when she told me he was safe. For she said that he was somewhere
 nigh this shore, cast up by shipwreck with a handful of friends. Ah!
 when shall I see thee come? How welcome will thy advent be!  (She
 catches sight of MENELAUS.)  Ha! who is this? Am I being snared by
 some trick of Proteus' impious son? Oh! let me, like a courser at
 its speed, or a votary of Bacchus, approach the tomb! for there is
 something wild about this fellow's looks, who is eager to o'ertake
 MENELAUS Ho there! thou that with fearful effort seekest to reach
 the basement of the tomb and the pillars of burnt sacrifice, stay
 thee. Wherefore art flying? Ah! with what speechless amaze the sight
 of thee affects me! 
 HELEN O friends! I am being ill-treated. This man is keeping me from
 the tomb, and is eager to take and give me to his master, whose wooing
 I was seeking to avoid. 
 MENELAUS No robber I, or minister of evil. 
 HELEN At any rate the garb wherein thou art clad is unseemly.
 MENELAUS Stay thy hasty flight; put fear aside. 
 HELEN I do so, now that I have reached this spot. 
 MENELAUS Who art thou? whom do I behold in thee, lady? 
 HELEN Nay, who art thou? The self-same reason prompts us both.
 MENELAUS never saw a closer resemblance. 
 HELEN Great God! Yea, for to recognize our friends is of God.
 MENELAUS Art thou from Hellas, or a native of this land?
 HELEN From Hellas; but I would learn thy story too. 
 MENELAUS Lady, in thee I see a wondrous likeness to Helen.
 HELEN And I in thee to Menelaus; I know not what to say.
 MENELAUS Well, thou hast recognized aright a man of many sorrows.
 HELEN Hail! to thy wife's arms restored at last! 
 MENELAUS Wife indeed! Lay not a finger on my robe. 
 HELEN The wife that Tyndareus, my father, gave thee. 
 MENELAUS O Hecate, giver of light, send thy visions favourably!
 HELEN In me thou beholdest no spectre of the night, attendant on
 the queen of phantoms. 
 MENELAUS Nor yet am I in my single person the husband of two wives.
 HELEN What other woman calls thee lord? 
 MENELAUS The inmate of yonder cave, whom I from Troy convey.
 HELEN Thou hast none other wife but me. 
 MENELAUS Can it be my mind is wandering, my sight failing?
 HELEN Dost not believe thou seest in me thy wife? 
 MENELAUS Thy form resembles her, but the real truth robs me of this
 HELEN Observe me well; what need hast thou of clearer proof?
 MENELAUS Thou art like her; that will I never deny. 
 HELEN Who then shall teach thee, unless it be thine own eyes?
 MENELAUS Herein is my dilemma; I have another wife. 
 HELEN To Troy I never went; that was a phantom. 
 MENELAUS Pray, who fashions living bodies? 
 HELEN The air, whence thou hast a wife of heaven's workmanship.
 MENELAUS What god's handiwork? Strange is the tale thou tellest.
 HELEN Hera made it as a substitute, to keep me from Paris.
 MENELAUS How then couldst thou have been here, and in Troy, at the
 same time? 
 HELEN The name may be in many a place at once, though not the body.
 MENELAUS Unhand me! the sorrows I brought with me suffice.
 HELEN What! wilt leave me, and take that phantom bride away?
 MENELAUS For thy likeness unto Helen, fare thee well. 
 HELEN Ruined! in thee I found my lord only to lose thee.
 MENELAUS The greatness of my troubles at Troy convinces me; thou
 dost not. 
 HELEN Ah, woe is me! who was ever more unfortunate than I? Those
 whom I love best are leaving me, nor shall I ever reach Hellas, my
 own dear native land.  (The FIRST MESSENGER enters in haste.)
 MESSENGER At last I find thee, Menelaus, after an anxious search,
 not till I have evandered through the length and breadth of this foreign
 strand; I am sent by thy comrades, whom thou didst leave behind.
 MENELAUS What news? surely you are not being spoiled by the barbarians?
 MESSENGER A miracle hath happened; my words are too weak for the
 MENELAUS Speak; for judging by this haste, thou hast stirring news.
 MESSENGER My message is: thy countless toils have all been toiled
 in vain. 
 MENELAUS That is an old tale of woe to mourn! come, thy news?
 MESSENGER Thy wife hath disappeared, soaring away into the embracing
 air; in heaven she now is hidden, and as she left the hollowed cave
 where we were guarding her, she hailed us thus, "Ye hapless Phrygians,
 and all Achaea's race! for me upon Scamander's strand by Hera's arts
 ye died from day to day, in the false belief that Helen was in the
 hands of Paris. But I, since I have stayed my appointed time, and
 kept the laws of fate, will now depart unto the sky that gave me birth;
 but the unhappy daughter of Tyndareus, through no fault of hers, hath
 borne an evil name without reason."  (Catching Sight of HELEN)  Daughter
 of Leda, hail to thee, so thou art here after all! I was just announcing
 thy departure to the hidden starry realms, little knowing that thou
 couldst fly at will. I will not a second time let thee flout us thus,
 for thou didst cause tiki lord and his comrades trouble all for naught
 in Ilium. 
 MENELAUS This is even what she said; her words are proved true; O
 longed-for day, how hath it restored thee to my arms! 
 HELEN O Menelaus, dearest husband, the time of sorrow has been long,
 but joy is now ours at last. Ah, friends, what joy for me to hold
 my husband in a fond embrace after many a weary cycle of yon blazing
 lamp of day! 
 MENELAUS What joy for me to hold my wife! but with all that I would
 ask about these years, I now know not where I may first begin.
 HELEN O rapture! the very hair upon my head starts up for joy! my
 tears run down! Around thy neck I fling my arms, dear husband, to
 hug my joy to me. 
 MENELAUS O happy, happy sight! I have no fault to find; my wife,
 he daughter of Zeus and Leda, is mine again, she whom her brothers
 on their snow-white steeds, whilst torches blazed, made my happy bride,
 but gods removed her from my home. Now is the deity guiding us to
 a new destiny, happier than of yore. 
 HELEN Evil into good transformed hath brought us twain together at
 last, dear husband; but late though it be, God grant me joy of my
 good luck! 
 MENELAUS God grant thee joy! I join thee in the self-same prayer;
 for of us twain one cannot suffer without the other. 
 HELEN No more, my friends, I mourn the past; no longer now I grieve.
 My own dear husband is restored to me, whose coming from Troy I have
 waited many a long year. 
 MENELAUS I to thee, and thou to me. And after these long, long years
 I have at last discovered the fraud of the goddess. But these tears,
 in gladness shed, are tears of thankfulness rather than of sorrow.
 HELEN What can I say? What mortal heart could e'er have had such
 hope? To my bosom I press thee, little as I ever thought to.
 MENELAUS And I to mine press thee, who all men thought hadst gone
 to Ida's town and the hapless towers of Ilium. 
 HELEN Ah me! ah me! that is a bitter subject to begin on.
 MENELAUS Tell me, I adjure thee, how wert thou from my home conveyed?
 HELEN Alas! alas! 'tis a bitter tale thou askest to hear.
 MENELAUS Speak, for I must hear it; all that comes is Heaven's gift.
 HELEN I loathe the story I am now to tell. 
 MENELAUS Tell it for all that. 'Tis sweet to hear of trouble past.
 HELEN I ne'er set forth to be the young barbarian's bride, with oars
 and wings of lawless love to speed me on my way. 
 MENELAUS What deity or fate tore thee from thy country, then?
 HELEN Ah, my lord! 'twas Hermes, the son of Zeus, that brought and
 placed me by the banks of Nile. 
 MENELAUS A miracle! Who sent thee thither? O monstrous story!
 HELEN I wept, and still my eyes are wet with tears. 'Twas the wife
 of Zeus that ruined me. 
 MENELAUS Hera? wherefore should she afflict us twain? 
 HELEN Woe is me for my awful fate! Woe for those founts and baths
 where the goddesses made brighter still that beauty, which evoked
 the fatal verdict! 
 MENELAUS Why did Hera visit thee with evil regarding this verdict?
 HELEN To wrest the promise of Cypris- 
 MENELAUS How now? Say on. 
 HELEN From Paris, to whom that goddess pledged me. 
 MENELAUS Woe for thee! 
 HELEN And so she brought me hither to Egypt to my sorrow.
 MENELAUS Then she gave him a phantom in thy stead, as thou tellest
 HELEN And then began those woes of thine, ah, mother! woe is me!
 MENELAUS What meanest thou? 
 HELEN My mother is no more; my shameful marriage made her fix the
 noose about her neck. 
 MENELAUS Ah me! is our daughter Hermione yet alive? 
 HELEN Still unwed, childless still, she mourns my fatal marriage.
 MENELAUS O Paris, who didst utterly o'erthrow my home, here was thy
 ruin too and theirs, those countless mail-clad Danai. 
 HELEN From my country, city, and from thee heaven cast me forth unhappy
 and accursed, because I left,-and yet not I,-home and husband for
 union of foul shame. 
 LEADER OF THE CHORUS If haply ye find happiness in the future, it
 will suffice when to the past ye look. 
 MESSENGER Menelaus, grant me too a portion of that joy which, though
 mine own eyes see, I scarcely comprehend. 
 MENELAUS Come then, old friend, and share with us our talk.
 MESSENGER Was it not then in her power to decide all the trouble
 in Troy? 
 MENELAUS It was not; I was tricked by the gods into taking to my
 arms a misty phantom-form, to my sorrow. 
 MESSENGER How so? was it then for this we vainly toiled?
 MENELAUS 'Twas Hera's handiwork, and the jealousy of three goddesses.
 MESSENGER Is this real woman, then, thy wife? 
 MENELAUS This is she; trust my word for that. 
 MESSENGER Daughter, how changeful and inscrutable is the nature of
 God! With some good end doth he vary men's fortune-now up, now down;
 one suffers; another who ne'er knew suffering, is in his turn to awful
 ruin brought, having no assurance in his lot from day to day. Thou
 and thy husband have had your share of trouble-thou in what the world
 has said, he in battle's heat. For all the striving that he strove,
 he got him naught; while now, without an effort made, every blessing
 fortune boasts is his. And thou, in spite of all, hast brought no
 shame upon thy aged sire, or those twin sons of Zeus, nor art thou
 guilty of those rumoured crimes. Now again do I recall thy wedding
 rites, remembering the blazing torch I bore beside thee in a four-horsed
 chariot at full gallop; while thou with this thy lord, a new-made
 bride, wert driving forth from thy happy home. A sorry servant he,
 whoso regardeth not his master's interest, sympathizing with his sorrows
 and his joys. Slave though I was born, yet may I be numbered amongst
 honest servants; for in heart, though not in name, I am free. For
 this is better far than in my single person to suffer these two evils,
 to feel my heart corrupt, and as the slave of others to be at my neighbour's
 beck and call. 
 MENELAUS Come, old friend, oft hast thou stood side by side with
 me and taken thy full share of toil; so now be partner in my happiness.
 Go, tell my comrades, whom I left behind, the state of matters here,
 as thou hast found them, and the issue of my fortunes; and bid them
 wait upon the beach and abide the result of the struggle, which I
 trow awaits me; and if mayhap we find a way to take this lady from
 the land by stealth, tell them to keep good watch that we may share
 the luck and escape, if possible, from the barbarian's clutch.
 MESSENGER It shall be done, O king. Now I see how worthless are the
 seers' tricks, how full of falsehood; nor is there after all aught
 trustworthy in the blaze of sacrifice or in the cry of feathered fowls;
 'tis folly, the very notion that birds can help mankind. Calchas never
 by word or sign showed the host the truth, when he saw his friends
 dying on behalf of a phantom, nor yet did Helenus; but the city was
 stormed in vain. Perhaps thou wilt say, 'twas not heaven's will that
 they should do so. Then why do we employ these prophets? Better were
 it to sacrifice to the gods, and crave a blessing, leaving prophecy
 alone; for this was but devised as a bait to catch livelihood, and
 no man grows rich by divination if he is idle. No! sound judgment
 and discernment are the best of seers.  (The MESSENGER departs.)
 LEADER My views about seers agree exactly with this old man's: whoso
 hath the gods upon his side will have the best seer in his house.
 HELEN Good! so far all is well. But how camest thou, poor husband,
 safe from Troy? though 'tis no gain to know, yet friends feel a longing
 to learn all that their friends have suffered. 
 MENELAUS That one short sentence of thine contains a host of questions.
 Why should I tell thee of our losses in the Aegean, or of the beacon
 Nauplius lighted on Euboea? or of my visits to Crete and the cities
 of Libya, or of the peaks of Perseus? For I should never satisfy thee
 with the tale, and by telling thee should add to my own pain, though
 I suffered enough at the time; and so would my grief be doubled.
 HELEN Thy answer shows more wisdom than my question. Omit the rest,
 and tell me only this; how long wert thou a weary wanderer o'er the
 wide sea's face? 
 MENELAUS Seven long years did I see come and go, besides those ten
 in Troy. 
 HELEN Alas, poor sufferer! 'twas a weary while. And thou hast thence
 escaped only to bleed here. 
 MENELAUS How so? what wilt thou tell? Ah wife, thou hast ruined me.
 HELEN Escape and fly with all thy speed from this land. Thou wilt
 be slain by him whose house this is. 
 MENELAUS What have I done to merit such a fate? 
 HELEN Thou hast arrived unexpectedly to thwart my marriage.
 MENELAUS What! is some man bent on wedding my wife? 
 HELEN Aye, and on heaping those insults on me, which I have hitherto
 MENELAUS Is he some private prince, or a ruler of this land?
 HELEN The son of Proteus, king of the country. 
 MENELAUS This was that dark saying I heard the servant tell.
 HELEN At which of the barbarian's gates wert thou standing?
 MENELAUS Here, whence like a beggar I was like to be driven.
 HELEN Surely thou wert not begging food? Ah, woe is me!
 MENELAUS That was what I was doing, though I had not the name of
 HELEN Of course thou knowest, then, all about my marriage.
 MENELAUS I do. But whether thou hast escaped thy lover, I know not.
 HELEN Be well assured I have kept my body chaste. 
 MENELAUS How wilt thou convince me of this? If true, thy words are
 HELEN Dost see the wretched station I have kept at this tomb?
 MENELAUS I see, alas! a bed of straw; but what hast thou to do with
 HELEN There I crave escape from this marriage as a suppliant.
 MENELAUS For want of an altar, or because it is the barbarians' way?
 HELEN This was as good a protection to me as the gods' temples.
 MENELAUS May I not then even bear thee homeward on my ship?
 HELEN The sword far sooner than thy wife's embrace is waiting thee.
 MENELAUS So should I be of all men the most miserable. 
 HELEN Put shame aside, and fly from this land. 
 MENELAUS Leaving thee behind? 'twas for thy sake I sacked Troy.
 HELEN Better so, than that our union should cause thy death.
 MENELAUS Oh! these are coward words, unworthy of those days at Troy!
 HELEN Thou canst not slay the prince, thy possible intent.
 MENELAUS Hath he, then, a body which steel cannot wound?
 HELEN Thou shalt hear. But to attempt impossibilities is no mark
 of wisdom. 
 MENELAUS Am I to let them bind my hands, and say nothing?
 HELEN Thou art in a dilemma; some scheme must be devised.
 MENELAUS I had liefer die in action than sitting still.
 HELEN There is one hope, and only one, of our safety. 
 MENELAUS Will gold, or daring deeds, or winning words procure it?
 HELEN We are safe if the prince learn not of thy coming.
 MENELAUS ary one tell him it is I? He certainly will not know who
 I am. 
 HELEN He hath within his palace an ally equal to the gods.
 MENELAUS Some voice divine within the secret chambers of his house?
 HELEN No; his sister; Theonoe men call her. 
 MENELAUS Her name hath a prophetic sound; tell me what she doth.
 HELEN She knoweth everything, and she will tell her brother thou
 art come. 
 MENELAUS Then must we die; for I cannot escape her ken.
 HELEN Perchance we might by suppliant prayers win her over.
 MENELAUS To what end? To what vain hope art thou leading me?
 HELEN That she should not tell her brother thou art here.
 MENELAUS Suppose we persuade her, can we get away? 
 HELEN Easily, if she connive thereat; without her knowledge, no,
 MENELAUS Be that thy task; women deal best with women. 
 HELEN I will not fail, be sure, to clasp her knees. 
 MENELAUS Come, then; only, suppose she reject our proposals?
 HELEN Thou wilt be slain, and I, alas! wedded by force.
 MENELAUS Thou wilt betray me; that "force" of thine is but an excuse.
 HELEN Nay, by thy life I swear a sacred oath. 
 MENELAUS What meanest thou? dost swear to die and never to another
 husband yield? 
 HELEN Yes, by the self-same sword; I will fall by thy side.
 MENELAUS On these conditions touch my right hand. 
 HELEN I do so, swearing I will quit the light of day if thou art
 MENELAUS I, too, will end my life if I lose thee. 
 HELEN How shall we die so as to gain fame? 
 MENELAUS I will slay thee and then myself upon the summit of the
 tomb. But first will I in doughty fight contest another's claim to
 thee; and let who will draw nigh! for I will not sully the lustre
 of my Trojan fame, nor will I, on my return to Hellas, incur a storm
 of taunts, as one who robbed Thetis of Achilles; saw Ajax, son of
 Telamon, fall a weltering corpse; and the sort of Neleus of his child
 bereft; shall I then flinch myself from death for my own wife? No,
 no! For if the gods are wise, o'er a brave man by his foes laid low
 they lightly sprinkle the earth that is his tomb, while cowards 'they
 cast forth on barren rocky soil. 
 LEADER Grant, heaven, that the race of Tantalus may at last be blest,
 and pass from sorrow unto joy! 
 HELEN Ah, woe is me! Yea, all my lot is woe; O Menelaus, we are utterly
 undone! Behold! from forth the house comes Theonoe, the prophetess,
 The palace echoes as the bolts are unfastened; fly! yet what use to
 fly? For whether absent or present she knows of thy arrival here.
 Ah me! how lost am I! Saved from Troy and from a barbarian land, thou
 hast come only to fall a prey to barbarian swords.  (THEONOE enters,
 attended by hand-maidens carrying torches.)  
 THEONOE Lead on, bearing before me blazing brands, and, as sacred
 rites ordain, purge with incense every cranny of the air, that I may
 breathe heaven's breath free from taint; meanwhile do thou, in case
 the tread of unclean feet have soiled the path, wave the cleansing
 flame above it, and brandish the torch in front, that I may pass upon
 my way. And when to heaven ye have paid the customs I exact, bear
 back into the house the brand from off the hearth. What of my prophecy,
 Helen? how stands it now? Thou hast seen thy husband Menelaus arrive
 without disguise, reft of his ships, and of thy counterfeit. Ah, hapless
 man! what troubles hast thou escaped, and art come hither, and yet
 knowest not whether thou art to return or to abide here; for there
 is strife in heaven, and Zeus this very day will sit in solemn conclave
 on thee. Hera, who erst was thy bitter foe, is now grown kind, and
 is willing to bring thee and thy wife safe home, that Hellas may learn
 that the marriage of Paris was all a sham, assigned to him by Cypris;
 but Cypris fain would mar thy homeward course, that she may not be
 convicted, or proved to have bought the palm of beauty at the price
 of Helen in a futile marriage. Now the decision rests with me, whether
 to ruin thee, as Cypris wishes, by telling my brother of thy presence
 bere, or to save thy life by taking Hera's side, concealing thy coming
 from my brother, for his orders are that I should tell him, whensoe'er
 thou shouldst reach these shores. Ho! one of you, go show my brother
 this man is here, that I may secure my safety. 
 HELEN Maiden, at thy knees I fall a suppliant, and seat myself in
 this sad posture on behalf of myself and him, whom I am in danger
 of seeing slain, after I have so hardly found him. Oh! tell not thy
 brother that my husband is returned to these loving arms; save us,
 I beseech thee; never for thy brother's sake sacrifice thy character
 for uprightness, by evil and unjust means bidding for his favour.
 For the deity hates violence, and biddeth all men get lawful gains
 without plundering others. Wealth unjustly gotten, though it bring
 some power, is to be eschewed. The breath of heaven and the earth
 are man's common heritage, wherein to store his home, without taking
 the goods of others, or wresting them away by force. Me did Hermes
 at a critical time, to my sorrow, intrust to thy father's safe keeping
 for this my lord, who now is here and wishes to reclaim me. But how
 can he recover me if he be slain? How could thy sire restore the living
 to the dead? Oh! consider ere that the will of heaven and thy father's
 too; would the deity or would thy dead sire restore their neighbour's
 goods, or would they forbear? restore them, I feel sure. It is not,
 therefore, right that thou shouldst more esteem thy wanton brother
 than thy righteous father. Yet if thou, prophetess as thou art and
 believer in divine providence, shalt pervert the just intention of
 thy father and gratify thy unrighteous brother, 'tis shameful thou
 shouldst have full knowledge of the heavenly will, both what is and
 what is not, and yet be ignorant of justice. Oh! save my wretched
 life from the troubles which beset it, granting this as an accession
 to our good fortune; for every living soul loathes Helen, seeing that
 there is gone a rumour throughout Hellas that I was false unto my
 lord, and took up my abode in Phrygia's sumptuous halls. Now, if I
 come to Hellas, and set foot once more in Sparta, they will hear and
 see how they were ruined by the wiles of goddesses, while was no traitress
 to my friends after all; and so will they restore to me my virtuous
 name again, and I shall give my daughter in marriage, whom no man
 now will wed; and, leaving this vagrant life in Egypt, shall enjoy
 the treasures in my home. Had Menelaus met his doom at some funeral
 pyre, with tears should I be cherishing his memory in a far-off land,
 but must lose him now when he is alive and safe? Ah! maiden, I beseech
 thee, say not so; grant me this boon, I pray, and reflect thy father's
 justice; for this is the fairest ornament of children, when the child
 of a virtuous sire resembles its parents in character. 
 LEADER Piteous thy pleading, and a piteous object thou! But I fain
 would hear what Menelaus will say to save his life. 
 MENELAUS I will not deign to throw myself at thy knees, or wet mine
 eyes with tears; for were I to play the coward, I should most foully
 blur my Trojan fame. And yet men say it shows a noble soul to let
 the tear-drop fall in misfortune. But that will not be the honourable
 course that I will choose in preference to bravery, if what I shall
 say is honourable. Art thou disposed to save a stranger seeking in
 mere justice to regain his wife, why then restore her and save us
 likewise; if not, this will not be the first by many a time that I
 have suffered, though thou wilt get an evil name. All that I deem
 worthy of me and honest, all that will touch thy heart most nearly,
 will I utter at the tomb of thy sire with regret for his loss. Old
 king beneath this tomb of stone reposing, pay back thy trust! I ask
 of thee my wife whom Zeus sent hither unto thee to keep for me. I
 know thou canst never restore her to me thyself, for thou art dead;
 but this thy daughter will never allow her father once so glorious,
 whom I invoke in his grave, to bear a tarnished name; for the decision
 rests with her now. Thee, too, great god of death, I call to my assistance,
 who hast received full many a corpse, slain by me for Helen, and art
 keeping thy wage; either restore those dead now to life again, or
 compel the daughter to show herself a worthy equal of her virtuous
 sire, and give me back my wife. But if ye will rob me of her, I will
 tell you that which she omitted in her speech. Know then, maiden,
 I by an oath am bound, first, to meet thy brother sword to sword,
 when he or I must die-there is no alternative. But if he refuse to
 meet me fairly front to front, and seek by famine to chase away us
 suppliants twain at this tomb, I am resolved to slay Helen, and then
 to plunge this two-edged sword through my own heart, upon the top
 of the sepulchre, that our streaming blood may trickle down the tomb;
 and our two corpses will be lying side by side upon this polished
 slab, a source of deathless grief to thee, and to thy sire reproach.
 Never shall thy brother wed Helen, nor shall any other; I will bear
 her hence myself, if not to my house, at any rate to death. And why
 this stern resolve? Were I to resort to women's ways and weep, I should
 be a pitiful creature, not a man of action. Slay me, if it seems thee
 good; I will not die ingloriously; but better yield to what I say,
 that thou mayst act with justice, and I regain my wife. 
 LEADER On thee, maiden, it rests to judge between these arguments.
 Decide in such a way as to please one and all. 
 THEONOE My nature and my inclination lean towards piety; myself,
 too, I respect, and I will never sully my father's fair name, or gratify
 my brother at the cost of bringing myself into open dishonour. For
 justice hath her temple firmly founded in my nature, and since I have
 this heritage from Nereus I will strive to save Menelaus; wherefore,
 seeing it is Hera's will to stand thy friend, I will give my vote
 with her. May Cypris be favourable to me! though in me she hath no
 part, and I will try to remain a maid alway. As for thy reproaches
 against my father at this tomb; lo! I have the same words to utter;
 I should be wronging thee, did I not restore thy wife; for my sire,
 were he living, would have given her back into thy keeping, and thee
 to her. Yea, for there is recompense for these things as well amongst
 the dead as amongst all those who breathe the breath of life. The
 soul indeed of the dead lives no more, yet hath it a consciousness
 that lasts for ever, eternal as the ether into which it takes the
 final plunge. Briefly then to end the matter, I will observe strict
 silence on all that ye prayed I should, and never with my counsel
 will I aid my brother's wanton will. For I am doing him good service,
 though he little thinks it, if turn him from his godless life to holiness.
 Wherefore devise yourselves some way of escape; my lips are scaled;
 I will not cross your path. First with the goddesses begin, and of
 the one,-and that one Cypris,-Crave permission to return unto thy
 country; and of Hera, that her goodwill may abide in the same quarter,
 even her scheme to save thee and thy husband. And thou, my own dead
 sire, shalt never, in so far as rests with me, lose thy holy name
 to rank with evil-doers.  (THEONOE and her attendants enter the palace.)
 LEADER No man ever prospered by unjust practices, but in a righteous
 cause there is hope of safety. 
 HELEN Menelaus, on the maiden's side are we quite safe. Thou must
 from that point start, and by contributing thy advice, devise with
 me a scheme to save ourselves. 
 MENELAUS Hearken then; thou hast been a long while in the palace,
 and art intimate with the king's attendants. 
 HELEN What dost thou mean thereby? for thou art suggesting hopes,
 as if resolved on some plan for our mutual help. 
 MENELAUS Couldst thou persuade one of those who have charge of cars
 and steeds to furnish us with a chariot? 
 HELEN I might; but what escape is there for us who know nothing of
 the country and the barbarian's kingdom? 
 MENELAUS True; 'tis impossible. Well, supposing I conceal myself
 in the palace and slay the king with this two-edged sword?
 HELEN His sister would never refrain from telling her brother that
 thou wert meditating his death. 
 MENELAUS We have not so much as a ship to make our escape in; for
 the sea. hath swallowed the one we had. 
 HELEN Hear me, if haply even a woriian can utter words of wisdom.
 Dost thou consent to be dead in word, though not really so?
 MENELAUS 'Tis a bad omen; still, if by saying so I shall gain aught,
 I am ready to be dead in word, though not in deed. 
 HELEN I, too, will mourn thee with hair cut short and dirges, as
 is women's way, before this impious wretch. 
 MENELAUS What saving remedy doth this afford us twain? There is deception
 in thy scheme. 
 HELEN I will beg the king of this country leave to bury thee in a
 cenotaph, as if thou hadst really died at sea. 
 MENELAUS Suppose he grant it; how, e'en then, are we to escape without
 a ship, after having committed me to my empty tomb? 
 HELEN I will bid him give me a vessel, from which to let drop into
 the sea's embrace thy funeral offerings. 
 MENELAUS A clever plan in truth, save in one particular; suppose
 he bid thee rear the tomb upon the strand, thy pretext comes to naught.
 HELEN But I shall say it is not the custom in Hellas to bury those
 who die at sea upon the shore. 
 MENELAUS Thou removest this obstacle too; I then will sail with thee
 and help stow the funeral garniture in the same ship. 
 HELEN Above all, it is necessary that thou and all thy sailors who
 escaped from the wreck should be at hand. 
 MENELAUS Be sure if once I find a ship at her moorings, they shall
 be there man for man, each with his sword. 
 HELEN Thou must direct everything; only let there be winds to waft
 our rails and a good ship to speed before them! 
 MENELAUS So shall it be; for the deities will cause my troubles to
 cease. But from whom wilt thou say thou hadst tidings of my death?
 HELEN From thee; declare thyself the one and only survivor, telling
 how thou wert sailing with the son of Atreus, and didst see him perish.
 MENELAUS Of a truth the garments I have thrown about me, will bear
 out my tale that they were rags collected from the wreckage.
 HELEN They come in most opportunely, but they were near being lost
 just at the wrong time. Maybe that misfortune will turn to fortune.
 MENELAUS Am I to enter the palace with thee, or are we to sit here
 at the tomb quietly? 
 HELEN Abide here; for if the king attempts to do thee any mischief,
 this tomb and thy good sword will protect thee. But I will go within
 and cut off my hair, and exchange my white robe for sable weeds, and
 rend my cheek with this hand's blood-thirsty nail. For 'tis a mighty
 struggle, and I see two possible issues; either I must die if detected
 in my plot, or else to my country shall I come and save thy soul alive.
 O Hera! awful queen, who sharest the couch of Zeus, grant some respite
 from their toil to two unhappy wretches; to thee I pray, tossing my
 arms upward to heaven, where thou hast thy home in the star-spangled
 firmament. Thou, too, that didst win the prize of beauty at the price
 of my marriage; O Cypris! daughter of Dione, destroy me not utterly.
 Thou hast injured me enough aforetime, delivering up my name, though
 not my person, to live amongst barbarians. Oh! suffer me to die, if
 death is thy desire, in my native land. Why art thou so insatiate
 in mischief, employing every art of love, of fraud, and guileful schemes,
 and spells that bring bloodshed on families? Wert thou but moderate,
 only that!-in all else thou art by nature man's most well, come deity;
 and I have reason so to say.  (HELEN enters the palace and MENELAUS
 withdraws into the background.)  
 CHORUS  (singing, strophe 1)
 Thee let me invoke, tearful Philomel, lurking 'neath the leafy covert
 in thy place of song, most tuneful of all feathered songsters, oh!
 come to aid me in my dirge, trilling through thy tawny throat, as
 I sing the piteous woes of Helen, and the tearful fate of Trojan dames
 made subject to Achaea's spear, on the day that there came to their
 plains one who sped with foreign oar across the dashing billows, bringing
 to Priam's race from Lacedaemon thee his hapless bride, Helen,-even
 Paris, luckless bridegroom, by the guidance of Aphrodite.
 (antistrophe 1)
 And many an Achaean hath breathed his last amid the spearmen's thrusts
 and hurtling hail of stones, and gone to his sad end; for these their
 wives cut off their hair in sorrow, and their houses are left without
 a bride; and one of the Achaeans, that had but a single ship, did
 light a blazing beacon on sea-girt Euboea, and destroy full many of
 them, wrecking them on the rocks of Caphareus and the shores that
 front the Aegean main, by the treacherous gleam he kindled; when thou,
 O Menelaus, from the very day of thy start, didst drift to harbourless
 hills, far from thy country before the breath of the storm, bearing
 on thy ship a prize that was no prize, but a phantom made by Hera
 out of cloud for the Danai to struggle over. 
 (strophe 2)
 What mortal claims, by searching to the utmost limit, to have found
 out the nature of God, or of his opposite, or of that which comes
 between, seeing as he doth this world of man tossed to and fro by
 waves of contradiction and strange vicissitudes? Thou, Helen, art
 the daughter of Zeus; for thy sire was the bird that nestled in Leda's
 bosom; and yet for all that art thou become a by-word for wickedness,
 through the length and breadth of Hellas, as faithless, treacherous
 wife and godless woman; nor can I tell what certainty is, whatever
 may pass for it amongst men. That which gods pronounce have I found
 (antistrophe 2)
 O fools! all ye who try to win the meed of valour through war and
 serried ranks of chivalry, seeking thus to still this mortal coil,
 in senselessness; for if bloody contests are to decide, there will
 never be any lack of strife in the towns of men; the maidens of the
 land of Priam left their bridal bowers, though arbitration might have
 put thy quarrel right, O Helen. And now Troy's sons are in Hades'
 keeping in the world below, and fire hath darted on her walls, as
 darts the flame of Zeus, and thou art bringing woe on woe to hapless
 sufferers in their misery.  (THEOCLYMENUS and his hunting attendants
 THEOCLYMENUS All hail, my father's tomb! I buried thee, Proteus,
 at the place where men go out, that I might often greet thee; and
 so, ever as I go out and in, I, thy son Theoclymenus call on thee,
 father. Ho! servants, to the palace take my hounds and hunting nets!
 How often have I blamed myself for never punishing those miscreants
 with death! I have just heard that son of Hellas has come openly to
 my land, escaping the notice of the guard, a spy maybe or a would-be
 thief of Helen; death shall be his lot if only I can catch him. Ha!
 I find all my plans apparently frustrated, the daughter of Tyndareus
 has deserted her seat at the tomb and sailed away from my shores.
 Ho! there, undo the bars, loose the horses from their stalls, bring
 forth my chariot, servants, that the wife, on whom my heart is set,
 may not get away from these shores unseen, for want of any trouble
 I can take. Yet stay; for I see the object of my pursuit is still
 in the palace, and has not fled.  (HELEN enters from the palace, clad
 in the garb of mourning.)  How now, lady, why hast thou arrayed thee
 in sable weeds instead of white raiment, and from thy fair head hast
 shorn thy tresses with the steel, bedewing thy cheeks the while with
 tears but lately shed? Is it in response to visions of the night that
 thou art mourning, or, because thou hast heard some warning voice
 within, art thus distraught with grief? 
 HELEN My lord,-for already I have learnt to say that name,--I am
 undone; my luck is gone; I cease to be. 
 THEOCLYMENUS In what misfortune art thou plunged? What hath happened?
 HELEN Menelaus, ah me! how can I say it? is dead, my husband.
 THEOCLYMENUS How knowest thou? Did Theonoe tell thee this?
 HELEN Both she, and one who was there when he perished.
 THEOCLYMENUS What! hath one arrived who actually announces this for
 HELEN One hath; oh may he come e'en as I wish him to! 
 THEOCLYMENUS Who and where is he? that I may learn this more surely.
 HELEN There he is, sitting crouched beneath the shelter of this tomb,
 THEOCLYMENUS Great Apollo! how clad in unseemly rags! 
 HELEN Ah me! methinks my own husband too is in like plight.
 THEOCLYMENUS From what country is this fellow? whence landed he here?
 HELEN From Hellas, one of the Achaeans who sailed with my husband.
 THEOCLYMENUS What kind of death doth he declare that Menelaus died?
 HELEN The most piteous of all; amid the watery waves at sea.
 THEOCLYMENUS On what part of the savage ocean was he sailing?
 HELEN Cast up on the harbourless rocks of Libya. 
 THEOCLYMENUS How was it this man did not perish if he was with him
 HELEN There are times when churls have more luck than their betters.
 THEOCLYMENUS Where left he the wreck, on coming hither?
 HELEN There, where perdition catch it, but not Menelaus!
 THEOCLYMENUS He is lost; but on what vessel came this man?
 HELEN According to his story sailors fell in with him and picked
 him up. 
 THEOCLYMENUS Where then is that ill thing that was sent to Troy in
 thy stead? 
 HELEN Dost mean the phantom-form of cloud? It hath passed into the
 THEOCLYMENUS O Priam, and thou land of Troy, how fruitless thy ruin!
 HELEN I too have shared with Priam's race their misfortunes.
 THEOCLYMENUS Did this fellow leave thy husband unburied, or consign
 him to the grave? 
 HELEN Unburied; woe is me for my sad lot! 
 THEOCLYMENUS Wherefore hast thou shorn the tresses of thy golden
 HELEN His memory lingers fondly in this heart, whate'er his fate.
 THEOCLYMENUS Are thy tears in genuine sorrow for this calamity?
 HELEN An easy task no doubt to escape thy sister's detection!
 THEOCLYMENUS No, surely; impossible. Wilt thou still make this tomb
 thy abode? 
 HELEN Why jeer at me? canst thou not let the dead man be?
 THEOCLYMENUS No, thy loyalty to thy husband's memory makes thee fly
 from me. 
 HELEN I will do so no more; prepare at once for my marriage.
 THEOCLYMENUS Thou hast been long in bringing thyself to it; still
 I do commend the now. 
 HELEN Dost know thy part? Let us forget the past. 
 THEOCLYMENUS On what terms? One good turn deserves another.
 HELEN Let us make peace; be reconciled to me. 
 THEOCLYMENUS I relinquish my quarrel with thee; let it take wings
 and fly away. 
 HELEN Then by thy knees, since thou art my friend indeed,-
 THEOCLYMENUS What art so bent on winning, that to me thou stretchest
 out a suppliant hand? 
 HELEN My dead husband would I fain bury. 
 THEOCLYMENUS What tomb can be bestowed on lost bodies? Wilt thou
 bury a shade? 
 HELEN In Hellas we have a custom, whene'er one is drowned at sea-
 THEOCLYMENUS What is your custom? The race of Pelops truly hath some
 skill in matters such as this. 
 HELEN To hold a burial with woven robes that wrap no corpse.
 THEOCLYMENUS Perform the ceremony; rear the tomb where'er thou wilt.
 HELEN 'Tis not thus we give drowned sailors burial. 
 THEOCLYMENUS How then? I know nothing of your customs in Hellas.
 HELEN We unmoor, and carry out to sea all that is the dead man's
 THEOCLYMENUS What am I to give thee then for thy dead husband?
 HELEN Myself I cannot say; I had no such experience in my previous
 happy life. 
 THEOCLYMENUS Stranger, thou art the bearer of tidings I welcome.
 MENELAUS Well, I do not, nor yet doth the dead man. 
 THEOCLYMENUS How do ye bury those who have been drowned at sea?
 MENELAUS Each according to his means. 
 THEOCLYMENUS As far as wealth goes, name thy wishes for this lady's
 MENELAUS There must be a blood-offering first to the dead.
 THEOCLYMENUS Blood of what? Do thou show me and I will comply.
 MENELAUS Decide that thyself; whate'er thou givest will suffice.
 THEOCLYMENUS Amongst barbarians 'tis customary to sacrifice a horse
 or bull, 
 MENELAUS If thou givest at all, let there be nothing mean in thy
 THEOCLYMENUS I have no lack of such in my rich herds 
 MENELAUS Next an empty bier is decked and carried in procession.
 THEOCLYMENUS It shall be so; what else is it customary to add?
 MENELAUS Bronze arms; for war was his delight. 
 THEOCLYMENUS These will be worthy of the race of Pelops, and these
 will we give. 
 MENELAUS And with them all the fair increase of productive earth.
 THEOCLYMENUS And next, how do ye pour these offerings into the billows?
 MENELAUS There must be a ship ready and rowers. 
 THEOCLYMENUS How far from the shore does the ship put out?
 MENELAUS So far that the foam in her wake can scarce be seen from
 the strand. 
 THEOCLYMENUS Why so? wherefore doth Hellas observe this custom?
 MENELAUS That the billow may not cast up again our expiatory offerings.
 THEOCLYMENUS Phoenician rowers will soon cover the distance.
 MENELAUS 'Twill be well done, and gratifying to Menelaus, too.
 THEOCLYMENUS Canst thou not perform these rites well enough without
 MENELAUS This task belongs to mother, wife, or children.
 THEOCLYMENUS 'Tis her task then, according to thee, to bury her husband.
 MENELAUS To be sure; piety demands that the dead be not robbed of
 their due. 
 THEOCLYMENUS Well, let her go; 'tis my interest to foster piety in
 a wife. And thou, enter the house and choose adornment for the dead.
 Thyself, too, will not send empty-handed away, since thou hast done
 her a service. And for the good news thou hast brought me, thou shalt
 receive raiment instead of going bare, and food, too, that thou mayst
 reach thy country; for as it is, I see thou art in sorry plight. As
 for thee, poor lady, waste not thyself in a hopeless case; Menelaus
 has met his doom, and thy dead husband cannot come to life.
 MENELAUS This then is thy duty, fair young wife; be content with
 thy present husband, and forget him who has no existence; for this
 is thy best course in face of what is happening. And if ever I come
 to Hellas and secure my safety, I will clear thee of thy former ill-repute,
 if thou prove a dutiful wife to thy true husband. 
 HELEN I will; never shall my husband have cause to blame me; thou
 shalt thyself attend us and be witness thereto. Now go within, poor
 wanderer, and seek the bath, and change thy raiment. I will show my
 kindness to thee, and that without delay. For thou wilt perform all
 service due with kindlier feeling for my dear lord Menelaus, if at
 my hands thou meet with thy deserts.  (THEOCLYMENUS, HELEN, MENELAUS
 enter the palace.)  
 CHORUS  (singing, strophe 1)
 Through wooded glen, o'er torrent's flood, and ocean's booming waves
 rushed the mountain-goddess, mother of the gods, in frantic haste,
 once long ago, yearning for her daughter lost, whose name men dare
 not utter; loudly rattled the Bacchic castanets in shrill accord,
 what time those maidens, swift as whirlwinds, sped forth with the
 goddess on her chariot yoked to wild creatures, in quest of her that
 was ravished from the circling choir of virgins; here was Artemis
 with her bow, and there the grim-eyed goddess, sheathed in mail, and
 spear in hand. But Zeus looked down from his throne in heaven, and
 turned the issue otherwhither. 
 (antistrophe 1)
 Soon as the mother ceased from her wild wandering toil, in seeking
 her daughter stolen so subtly as to baffle all pursuit, she crossed
 the snow-capped heights of Ida's nymphs; and in anguish cast her down
 amongst the rocks and brushwood deep in snow; and, denying to man
 all increase to his tillage from those barren fields, she wasted the
 human race; nor would she let the leafy tendrils yield luxuriant fodder
 for the cattle, wherefore many a beast lay dying; no sacrifice was
 offered to the gods, and on the altars were no cakes to burn; yea,
 and she made the dew-fed founts of crystal water to cease their flow,
 in her insatiate sorrow for her child. 
 (strophe 2)
 But when for gods and tribes of men alike she made an end to festal
 cheer, Zeus spoke out, seeking to soothe the mother's moody soul,
 "Ye stately Graces, go banish from Demeter's angry heart the grief
 her wanderings bring upon her for her child, and go, ye Muses too,
 with tuneful choir." Thereon did Cypris, fairest of the blessed gods,
 first catch up the crashing cymbals, native to that land, and the
 drum with tight-stretched skin, and then Demeter smiled, and in her
 hand. did take the deep-toned flute, well pleased with its loud note.
 (antistrophe 2)
 Thou hast wedded as thou never shouldst have done in defiance of
 all right, and thou hast incurred, my daughter, the wrath of the great
 mother by disregarding her sacrifices. Oh! mighty is the virtue in
 dress of dappled fawn-skin, in ivy green that twineth round a sacred
 thyrsus, in whirling tambourines struck as they revolve in air in
 tresses wildly streaming for the revelry of Bromius, and likewise
 in the sleepless vigils of the goddess, when the moon looks down and
 sheds her radiance o'er the scene. Thou wert confident in thy charms
 alone.  (HELEN comes out of the palace alone.)  
 HELEN My friends, within the palace all goes well for us; for the
 daughter of Proteus, who is privy to our stealthy scheme, told her
 brother nothing when questioned as to my husband's coming, but for
 my sake declared him dead and buried. Most fortunate it is my lord
 hath had the luck to get these weapons; for he is now himself clad
 in the harness he was to plunge into the sea, his stalwart arm thrust
 through the buckler's strap, and in his right hand a spear, on pretence
 of joining in homage to the dead. He hath girded himself most serviceably
 for the fray, as if to triumph o'er a host of barbarian foes when
 once we are aboard yon oared ship; instead of his rags from the wreck
 hath he donned the robes I gave for his attire, and I have bathed
 his limbs in water from the stream, a bath he long hath wanted. But
 I must be silent, for from the house comes forth the man who thinks
 he has me in his power, prepared to be his bride; and thy goodwill
 I also claim and thy strict silence, if haply, when we save ourselves,
 we may save thee too some day.  (THEOCLYMENUS and MENELAUS enter,
 with a train of attendants bearing the offerings for the funeral rites.)
 THEOCLYMENUS Advance in order, servants, as the stranger hath directed,
 bearing the funeral gifts the sea demands. But thou, Helen, if thou
 wilt not misconstrue my words, be persuaded and here abide; for thou
 wilt do thy husband equal service whether thou art present or not.
 For I am afraid that some sudden shock of fond regret may prompt thee
 to plunge into the swollen tide, in an ecstasy of gratitude toward
 thy former husband; for thy grief for him, though he is lost, is running
 to excess. 
 HELEN O my new lord, needs must I honour him with whom I first shared
 married joys; for I could even die with my husband, so well I loved
 him; yet how could he thank me, were I to share death's doom with
 him? Still, let me go and pay his funeral rites unto the dead in person.
 The gods grant thee the boon I wish and this stranger too, for the
 assistance he is lending here! And thou shalt find in me a wife fit
 to share thy house, since thou art rendering kindness to Menelaus
 and to me; for surely these events are to some good fortune tending.
 But now appoint someone to give us a ship wherein to convey these
 gifts, that I may find thy kindness made complete. 
 THEOCLYMENUS  (to an attendant) Go thou, and furnish them with a
 Sidonian galley of fifty oars and rowers also. 
 HELEN Shall not he command the ship who is ordering the funeral?
 THEOCLYMENUS Most certainly; my sailors are to obey him.
 HELEN Repeat the order, that they may clearly understand thee.
 THEOCLYMENUS I repeat it, and will do so yet again if that is thy
 HELEN Good luck to thee and to me in my designs! 
 THEOCLYMENUS Oh! waste not thy fair complexion with excessive weeping.
 HELEN This day shall show my gratitude to thee. 
 THEOCLYMENUS The state of the dead is nothingness; to toil for them
 is vain. 
 HELEN In what I say, this world, as well as that, hath share.
 THEOCLYMENUS Thou shalt not find in me a husband at all inferior
 to Menelaus. 
 HELEN With thee have I no fault to find; good luck is all I need.
 THEOCLYMENUS That rests with thyself, if thou show thyself a loving
 wife to me. 
 HELEN This is not a lesson I shall have to learn now, to love my
 THEOCLYMENUS Is it thy wish that I should escort thee in person with
 active aid? 
 HELEN God forbid! become not thy servant's servant, O king!
 THEOCLYMENUS Up and away! I am not concerned with customs which the
 race of Pelops holds. My house is pure, for Menelaus did not die here;
 go some one now and bid my vassal chiefs bring marriage-offerings
 to my palace; for the whole earth must re-echo in glad accord the
 hymn of my wedding with Helen, to make men envious. Go, stranger,
 and pour into the sea's embrace these offerings to Helen's former
 lord, and then speed back again with my bride, that after sharing
 with me her marriage-feast thou mayst set out for home, or here abide
 in happiness.  (THEOCLYMENUS and his retinue enter the palace.)
 MENELAUS O Zeus, who art called the father of all and god of wisdom,
 look down on us and change our woe to joy! Lend us thy ready help,
 as we seek to drag our fortunes up the rugged hill; if with but thy
 finger-tip thou touch us, we shall reach our longed-for goal. Sufficient
 are the troubles we ere this have undergone. Full oft have I invoked
 you gods to near my joys and sorrows; I do not deserve to be for ever
 unhappy, but to advance and prosper. Grant me but this one boon, and
 so will ye crown my future with blessing.  (MENELAUS, HELEN and their
 train of attendants depart.)  
 CHORUS  (singing, strophe 1)
 Hail! thou swift Phoenician ship of Sidon! dear to the rowers, mother
 to the foam, leader of fair dolphins' gambols, what time the deep
 is hushed and still, and Ocean's azure child, the queen of calm, takes
 up her parable and says: "Away! and spread your canvas to the ocean-breeze.
 Ho! sailors, ho! come grip your oars of pine, speeding Helen on her
 way to the sheltered beach where Perseus dwelt of yore."
 (antistrophe 1)
 It may be thou wilt find the daughters of Leucippus beside the brimming
 river or before the temple of Pallas, when at last with dance and
 revelry thou joinest in the merry midnight festival of Hyacinthus,
 him whom Phoebus slew in the lists by a quoit hurled o'er the mark;
 wherefore did the son of Zeus ordain that Laconia's land should set
 apart that day for sacrifice; there too shalt thou find the tender
 maid, whom ye left in your house, for as yet no nuptial torch has
 shed its light for her. 
 (strophe 2)
 Oh! for wings to cleave the air in the track of Libyan cranes, whose
 serried ranks leave far behind the wintry storm at the shrill summons
 of some veteran leader, who raises his exultant cry as he wings his
 way o'er plains that know no rain and yet bear fruitful increase.
 Ye feathered birds with necks outstretched, comrades of the racing
 clouds, on on! till ye reach the Pleiads in their central station
 and Orion, lord of the night; and as ye settle on Eurotas' banks proclaim
 the glad tidings that Menelaus hath sacked the city of Dardanus, and
 will soon be home. 
 (antistrophe 2)
 Ye sons of Tyndareus at length appear, speeding in your chariot through
 the sky, denizens of heaven's courts beneath the radiant whirling
 stars, guide this lady Helen safely o'er the azure main, across the
 foam-flecked billows of the deep-blue sea, sending the mariners a
 favouring gale from Zeus; and from your sister snatch the ill-repute
 of wedding with a barbarian, even the punishment bequeathed to her
 from that strife on Ida's mount, albeit she never went to the land
 of Ilium, to the battlements of Phoebus.  (The SECOND MESSENGER enters
 in haste, as THEOCLYMENUS comes out of the palace.)  
 SECOND MESSENGER O king, at last have I found thee in the palace;
 for new tidings of woe art thou soon to hear from me. 
 MESSENGER Make haste to woo a new wife; for Helen hath escaped.
 THEOCLYMENUS Borne aloft on soaring wings, or treading still the
 MESSENGER Menelaus has succeeded in bearing her hence; 'twas he that
 brought the news of his own death. 
 THEOCLYMENUS O monstrous story! what ship conveyed her from these
 shores? Thy tale is past belief. 
 MESSENGER The very ship thou didst thyself give the stranger; and
 that thou mayest briefly know all, he is gone, taking thy sailors
 with him. 
 THEOCLYMENUS How was it? I long to know, for I never thought that
 a single arm could master all those sailors with whom thou wert despatched.
 MESSENGER Soon as the daughter of Zeus had left this royal mansion
 and come unto the sea, daintily picking her way, most craftily she
 set to mourn her husband, though he was not dead but at her side.
 Now when we reached thy docks well walled, we began to launch the
 fastest of Sidonian ships, with her full complement of fifty rowers,
 and each task in due succession followed; some set up the mast, others
 ranged the oars with their blades ready, and stored the white sails
 within the hold, and the rudder was let down astern and fastened securely.
 While we were thus employed, those Hellenes, who had been fellow-voyagers
 with Menelaus, were watching us, it seems, and they drew nigh the
 beach, clad in the rags of shipwrecked men,-well built enough, but
 squalid to look upon. And the son of Atreus, directly he saw them
 approach, bespoke them, craftily introducing the reason for his mourning:
 "Ye hapless mariners, how have ye come hither? your Achaean ship where
 wrecked? Are ye here to help bury dead Atreus' son, whose missing
 body this lady, daughter of Tyndareas, is honouring with a cenotaph?"
 Then they with feigned tears proceeded to the ship, bearing aboard
 the offerings to be thrown into the deep for Menelaus. Thereat were
 we suspicious, and communed amongst ourselves regarding the number
 of extra voyagers; but still we kept silence out of respect for thy
 orders, for by intrusting the command of the vessel to the stranger
 thou didst thus spoil all. Now the other victims gave no trouble,
 and we easily put them aboard; only the bull refused to go forward
 along the gangway, but rolled his eyes around and kept bellowing,
 and, arching his back and glaring askance towards his horns, he would
 not let us touch him. But Helen's lord cried out: "O! ye who laid
 waste the town of Ilium, come pick up yon bull, the dead man's offering,
 on your stout shoulders, as is the way in Hellas, and cast him into
 the hold;" and as he spoke he drew his sword in readiness. Then they
 at his command came and caught up the bull and carried him bodily
 on to the deck. And Menelaus stroked the horse on neck and brow, coaxing
 it to go aboard. At length, when the ship was fully freighted, Helen
 climbed the ladder with graceful step and took her seat midway betwixt
 the rowers' benches, and he sat by her side, even Menelaus who was
 called dead; and the rest, equally divided on the right and left side
 of the ship, sat them down, each beside his man, with swords concealed
 beneath their cloaks, and the billows soon were echoing to the rowers'
 song, as we heard the boatswain's note. Now when we were put out a
 space, not very far nor very near, the helmsman asked, "Shall we,
 sir stranger, sail yet further on our course, or will this serve?
 For thine it is to command the ship." And he answered: "'Tis far enough
 for me," while in his right hand he gripped his sword and stepped
 on to the prow; then standing o'er the bull to slay it, never a word
 said he of any dead man, but cut its throat and thus made prayer:
 "Poseidon, lord of the sea, whose home is in the deep, and ye holy
 daughters of Nereus, bring me and my wife safe and sound to Nauplia's
 strand from hence! Anon a gush of blood, fair omen for the stranger,
 spouted into the tide. One cried, "There is treachery in this voyage;
 why should we now sail to Nauplia? Give the order, helmsman, turn
 thy rudder." But the son of Atreus, standing where he slew the bull,
 called to his comrades, "Why do ye, the pick of Hellas, delay to smite
 and slay the barbarians and fling them from the ship into the waves?"
 While to thy crew the boatswain cried the opposite command: "Ho! some
 of you catch up chance spars, break up the benches, or snatch the
 oar-blade from the thole, and beat out the brains of these our foreign
 foes." Forthwith up sprang each man, the one part armed with poles
 that sailors use, the other with swords. And the ship ran down with
 blood; while Helen from her seat upon the stern thus cheered them
 on: "Where is the fame ye won in Troy? show it against these barbarians."
 Then as they hasted to the fray, some would fall and some rise up
 again, while others hadst thou seen laid low in death. But Menelaus
 in full armour, made his way, sword in hand, to any point where his
 watchful eye perceived his comrades in distress; so we leapt from
 the ship and swam, and he cleared the benches of thy rowers. Then
 did the prince set himself to steer, and bade them make a straight
 course to Hellas. So they set up the mast, and favouring breezes blew;
 and they are clear away, while I, from death escaped, let myself down
 by the anchor chain into the sea; and, just as I was spent, one threw
 me a rope and rescued me, and drew me to land to bring to thee this
 message. Ah! there is naught more serviceable to mankind than a prudent
 LEADER OF THE CHORUS I would never have believed that Menelaus could
 have eluded us and thee, O king, in the way he did on his coming.
 THEOCLYMENUS Woe is me! cozened by a woman's tricks! My bride hath
 escaped me. If the ship could have been pursued and overtaken, I would
 have used every means forthwith to catch the strangers; as it is,
 I will avenge myself upon my treacherous sister, in that she saw Menelaus
 in my palace and did not tell me. Wherefore shall she nevermore deceive
 another by her prophetic art.  (A SERVANT comes out of the palace.)
 SERVANT Ho, there! whither away so fast, my lord? on what bloody
 thought intent? 
 THEOCLYMENUS Whither justice calls me. Out of my path! 
 SERVANT I will not loose thy robe, for on grievous mischief art thou
 THEOCLYMENUS Shalt thou, a slave, control thy master? 
 SERVANT Yea, for I am in my senses. 
 THEOCLYMENUS I should not say so, if thou wilt not let me
 SERVANT Nay, but that I never will. 
 THEOCLYMENUS Slay my sister most accursed. 
 SERVANT Say rather, most righteous. 
 THEOCLYMENUS "Righteous?" She who betrayed me? 
 SERVANT There is an honourable treachery, which 'tis right to commit.
 THEOCLYMENUS By giving my bride to another? 
 SERVANT Only to those who had a better right. 
 THEOCLYMENUS Who hath any rights o'er mine? 
 SERVANT He that received her from her father. 
 THEOCLYMENUS Nay, but fortune gave her to me. 
 SERVANT And destiny took her away. 
 THEOCLYMENUS "Tis not for thee to decide my affairs. 
 SERVANT Only supposing mine be the better counsel. 
 THEOCLYMENUS So I am thy subject, not thy ruler. 
 SERVANT Aye, a subject bound to do the right, and eschew the wrong.
 THEOCLYMENUS It seems thou art eager to be slain. 
 SERVANT Slay me; thy sister shalt thou never slay with my consent,
 but me perchance; for to die for their masters is the fairest death
 that noble slaves can find.  (THE DIOSCURI appear from above.)
 DIOSCURI Restrain those bursts of rage that hurry thee to undue lengths,
 Theoclymenus, king of this country. We are the twin sons of Zeus that
 call to thee by name, whom Leda bore one day, with Helen too who hath
 fled from thy palace. For thou art wroth for a marriage never destined
 for thee; nor is thy sister Theonoe, daughter of a Nereid goddess,
 wronging thee because she honours the word of God and her father's
 just behests. For it was ordained that Helen should abide within thy
 halls up till the present time, but since Troy is razed to the ground
 and she hath lent her name to the goddesses, no longer need she stay,
 now must she be united in the self-same wedlock as before, and reach
 her home and share it with her husband. Withhold then thy malignant
 blade from thy sister, and believe that she herein is acting with
 discretion. Long, long ago had we our sister saved, seeing that Zeus
 has made us gods, but we were too weak for destiny as well as the
 deities, who willed these things to be. This is my bidding to thee;
 while to my sister I say, "Sail on with thy husband; and ye shall
 have a prosperous breeze; for we, thy brethren twain, will course
 along the deep and bring you safely to your fatherland. And when at
 last thy goal is reached and thy life ended, thou shalt be famous
 as a goddess, and with thy twin brethren share the drink-offering,
 and like us receive gifts from men, for such is the will of Zeus.
 Yea, and that spot where the son o Maia first appointed thee a home
 when from Sparta he removed thee, after stealing an image of thee
 from Heaven's mansions to prevent thy marriage with Paris, even the
 isle that lies like a sentinel along the Attic coast, shall henceforth
 be called by thy name amongst men, for that it welcomed thee when
 stolen from thy home. Moreover, Heaven ordains that the wanderer Menelaus
 shall find a home within an island of the blest; for to noble souls
 hath the deity no dislike, albeit these oft suffer more than those
 of no account." 
 THEOCLYMENUS Ye sons of Leda and of Zeus, I will forego my former
 quarrel about your sister, nor no longer seek to slay mine own. Let
 Helen to her home repair, if such is Heaven's pleasure. Ye know that
 ye are sprung of the same stock as your sister, best of women, chastest
 too; hail then for the true nobility of Helen's soul, a quality too
 seldom found amongst her sex! 
 CHORUS  (chanting) Many are the forms the heavenly will assumes;
 and many a thing God brings to pass contrary to expectation: that
 which was looked for is not accomplished, while Heaven finds out a
 way for what we never hoped; e'en such has been the issue here.