Euripides -- Translations into English; Mythology, Greek -- Drama
HEC. (_aside_) I can not without him take vengeance for my children. Why do
I thus hesitate? I must be bold, whether I succeed, or fail. Agamemnon, by
these knees, and by thy beard I implore thee, and by thy blessed hand--
AGA. What thy request? Is it to pass thy life in freedom? for this is easy
for thee to obtain.
HEC. Not this indeed; but so that I avenge myself on the bad, I am willing
to pass my whole life in slavery.
AGA. And for what assistance dost thou call on me?
HEC. In none of those things which thou imaginest, O king. Seest thou this
corse, o'er which I drop the tear?
AGA. I see it; thy meaning however I can not learn from this.
HEC. Him did I once bring forth, him bore I in my bosom.
AGA. Is this indeed one of thy children, O unhappy woman?
HEC. It is, but not of the sons of Priam who fell under the walls of Troy.
AGA. Didst thou then bear any other besides those, O lady?
HEC. In vain, as it appears, this whom you see.
AGA. But where did he chance to be, when the city fell?
HEC. His father sent him out of the country, dreading his death.
AGA. Whither, having removed him alone of his children then alive?
HEC. To this country, where he was found a corse.
AGA. To him who is king over this state, to Polymestor?
HEC. Hither was he sent, the guardian of gold, which proved most
destructive to him.
AGA. By whose hand then he is dead, and having met with what fate?
HEC. By whom else should he? The Thracian host slew him.
AGA. O wretch! was he so inflamed with the desire of obtaining the gold?
HEC. Even so, after he had heard of Troy's disasters.
AGA. And where didst thou find him, or who brought the body?
HEC. She, meeting with it on the sea-shore.
AGA. In quest of it, or occupied in some other employment?
HEC. She was going to bring from the sea wherewith to bathe Polyxena.
AGA. This friend then, as it seems, murdered him, and after that cast him
out.
HEC. To toss upon the waves thus gashing his body.
AGA. O thou unhappy from thy unmeasured ills!
HEC. I perish, no woe is left, O Agamemnon.
AGA. Alas! alas! What woman was ever so unfortunate?
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