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THE TROJAN WOMEN
Woman 8. — My dead sons. I would look at them once more. Never again.
Sound. — Approaching soldiers marching . . . confusion of voices. Woman 2. — (Strong)
Oh, look. A man from the Greek army . . .
A herald. Something strange has happened, he comes so fast. To tell us . . . what?
What will he say ? Only Greek slaves are here. Waiting for orders.
Sound. — Soldiers stopping. Enter Talthybius, with soldiers.
Talthybius. — You know me, Hecuba, I have often come
with messages to Troy from the Greek camp.
I am Talthybius. . . . These many years you’ve known me.
I bring you news.
Hecuba. — It has come, women of Troy. Once we only feared it.
Talthybius. — The lots are drawn, if that is what you feared.
Hecuba. — Who . . . where ? Thessaly ? Phthia ? Thebes ?
Talthybius. — A different man takes each. You’re not to go together.
Hecuba. — Then which takes which ? Has anyone good fortune ? Talthybius. — I know, but ask about each one, not all at once.
Hecuba. — My daughter, Cassandra . . . who drew her? Tell
me. . . .
Talthybius. — King Agamemnon chose her out from all.
Hecuba. — Oh! but ... of course ... to serve his Spartan wife.
Talthybius. — No, no . . . but for the king’s own bed at night.
Hecuba. — Oh, never. She is God’s, a virgin, always.
That was God’s gift to her for all her life.
Talthybius. — He loved her for that same strange purity. Hecuba. — My other child you took from me just now ?
Talthybius. — (Speaking with constraint)
Polyxena, you mean ? Or someone else ?
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