Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1938-39 Hecuba. — Yes, Polyxena. Who drew her? Talthybius. — They told her oS to watch Achilles’ tomb. Hecuba. — To watch a tomb? My daughter? That a Greek custom ? What strange ritual is that, my friend ? Talthybius. — {Speaking fast and trying to put her off) Just think of her as happy ... all well with her. Hecuba. — Those words . . . Why do you speak like that ? She is alive? Talthybius. — {Determined not to tell her) What happened was . . . well, she is free from trouble. Hecuba. — {Wearily giving the riddle up) Then Hector’s wife . . . Andromache . . . Where does she go, poor thing ? Talthybius. — Achilles’ son took her. He chose her out. Hecuba. — And I, old gray head, whose slave am I, creeping along with my crutch ? Talthybius. — Slave of the King of Ithaca, Odysseus. Hecuba. — His slave . . . vile, lying man. I have come to this. . . . There is nothing good he does not hurt ... a lawless beast, A double tongue, as false in hate as false in love. Pity me, women of Troy, I have gone. I am lost . . . ©h, wretched. An evil fate fell on me, a lot the hardest of all. Woman 7. — You know what lies before you. Queen, but I . . . What man among the Greeks owns me ? Talthybius. — Soldiers, attention! Bring Cassandra here. Be quick ! Music. — Of harp. Talthybius. — You, fellows. We must give her to the chief, into his very hand. And then these women here to all the other generals. But what’s that . . . that flash of light there ? 554