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THE TROJAN WOMEN
Give honor now to him who is your master.
Your sweet ways . . . use them to allure him.
So doing you will give cheer to your friends.
Perhaps this child, my own child’s son,
you may rear to manhood and great aid for Troy,
and if ever you should have more children,
they might build her again. Troy once more be a city !
— But why again that servant of the Greeks ?
Sound. — Approaching soldiers.
Hecuba. — I see him coming. Some new plan is here.
Talthybius. — ^Wife of the noblest man that was in Troy,
O wife of Hector, do not hate me.
Against my will I come to tell you.
The people and the kings have all resolved . . .
Andromache. — What is it ? Evil follows words like those.
Talthybius. — This child they order . . . Oh, how can I say it.
Andromache. — Not that he does not go with me to the same master? . . .
Talthybius. — No man in Greece shall ever be his master.
Andromache. — But . . . leave him here ... all that is left of Troy ?
Talthybius. — I don’t know how to tell you. What is bad, words can’t make better. . . .
Andromache. — I feel you kind. But you have not good news.
Talthybius. — Your child must die. There, now you know the whole, bad as it is.
It was Odysseus had his way. He spoke to all the Greeks.
Andromache. — O God. There is no measure to my pain.
Talthybius. — He said a hero’s son must not grow up . . .
but from the towering wall of Troy be thrown. Now, now ... let it be done. . . . That’s wiser. Don’t cling so to him. Bear yomr pain the way a brave woman suffers.