Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

BEST BROADCASTS OF 1938-39 Talthybius. — One ship is waiting, Hecuba. The chief himself has sailed. He went, and with him went Andromache. She drew tears from me there upon the ship mourning her country, speaking to Hector’s grave, begging a burial for her child, your Hector’s son, who, thrown down from the tower, lost his life. And this bronze-fronted shield, the dread of many a Greek, which Hector used in battle, that it should never, so she prayed, hang in strange halls where she must be a wife, Andromache, this dead boy’s mother. She begged that he might lie upon it in his grave. And in your arms she told me I must lay him, for you to cover the body, if you still have anything, a cloak left . . . And to put flowers on him if you could, since she has gone. Her master’s haste kept her from bmying her child. So now, whenever you have laid him out, we’ll heap the earth above him, then up with the sails! Do all as quickly as you can. One trouble I saved you. I let the water run on him and washed his wounds. I am o2 to dig his grave now, break up the hard earth. Working together, you and I, will hurry to the goal, oars swift for home. Hecuba. — Set the shield down . . . the great round shield of Hector. I wish I need not look at it. Sound. — Soldiers march of. Hecttba. — You Greeks, your spears are sharp but not your wits. You feared a child. You mtudered him. Strange murder. You were frightened, then? You thought he might build up our ruined Troy ? and yet when Hector fought and thousands at his side, we fell beneath you. Now when all is lost, the city captured and the Trojans dead, a little child like this made you afraid. 572