Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1938-39 that she would give me to him if he judged that she was loveliest. Then, see what happened. Aphrodite won, and so my bridal brought all Greece great good. No strangers rule you, no foreign spears, no tyrant. Oh, it was well for Greece, but not for me, sold for my beauty and reproached besides when I deserved a crown. But ... to the point. Is that what you are thinking ? Why did I go, steal from your house in secret ? That man, Paris, or any name you like to call him, Oh, when he came to me, she. Aphrodite, the mighty goddess, walked beside him. And you, poor fool, you spread your sails for Crete, left Sparta, left him in your house. Ah, well. . . . Not you but my own self I ask, what was there in my heart that I went with him, a strange man, and forgot my home and coimtry ? Not I, but Aphrodite. Punish her. She is my absolution. . . . When Paris died and went down to the grave I should have left his house . . . gone to the Greeks. Just what I tried to do . . . oh, many times. I have witnesses . . . the men who kept the gates, the watchmen on the walls. Not once but often they found me swinging from a parapet, a rope around this body, stealthily feeling my way down. The Trojans then no longer wanted me, but the next man who took me . . . and by force . . . would never let me go. My husband, must I die, and at your hands ? You think that right? Is that your justice? I was forced ... by violence. I lived a life that had no joy, no triiunph. In bitterness I lived a slave. Do you wish to set yourself above the gods ? Oh, stupid, senseless wish! Woman 3. — O Queen, defend your children and your country. Her soft persuasive words are deadly. She speaks so fair and is so vile. A fearful thing.