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A monologue from the play by Euripides

NOTE: This monologue is usually reprinted from The Performs of Euripides in English language, vol. i. Trans. Shelley Dean Milman. Greater london: J. Meters. Dent & Sons, 1920.

ANDROMACHE: Listen to, that with pleasure I might touch thy soul

Never to be born, I dispute, and to die

Are equal: but to pass away is better significantly

Than to live wretched, to get he knows not grief

Who hath no impression of unhappiness: but to fall season

From prospects blessed elevation, to the low state

Of abject wretchedness, distracts the soul

While using keen feeling of past happiness.

Just like as the sunshine of existence she neer had seen

Polyxena can be dead, along with her problems

Knows practically nothing: I, whom aimed at wonderful rank

And reached my personal aim, from fortune broadly erred:

All that to wise matrons offers a grace

In Hectors residence was ever before my make use of.

First, to get in this to women pin the consequence on is due

Incurred or not really charged, to such as rove abroad

My spouse and i checked this kind of wandring connaissance, and remained

At home, within just my house, neither gay talk

Of females there publicly stated, but objective

On purchasing what was valuable, deemed myself

Well busy. With quiet of the tongue

And cheerfulness of seem I kept entertained

My husband: where my province to command word

I knew, and where to yield obedience to him.

The fame on this was bruited through the sponsor

Of Portugal, and wrought my ruin, for the son

Of fierce Achilles, soon?nternet site was made

A captive, wanted to take me as his wife

Condemned in the house of people, whose slaughtring hands

My spouse and i rue, to become a slave. Via my loving heart

Is there a chance i rend Hector, and increase my breasts

To this new husband, faithless to the dead

Should I appear: if I disdain his like

I shall excite the malice of my lords.

Short time, they say, to a new lord disarms

A womans hate: nevertheless her my own soul abhors

Who for brand spanking new nuptials slights her previous husband

And loves an additional: een the social steed

Divided from its fellow, draws the yoke

Reluctant, yet the beast, naturally formed

Much less excellent, neither speech neither reason is aware.

O my personal loved Hector, I was blest in thee

Thou was the lord of all my would like, great

Understand, noble birth, and riches

And valour: from my personal fathers home thou initial

Leddst us a virgin for the bridal bed:

Now thou are perished, and I support the start barking

For Greece, a attentive to the facile yoke.

Hath not the death then of Polyxena

Whom thou bewailest, lighter weight ills than mine!

Because of not to me het Hope, which still is remaining

To all of mortal contest, remains, work

That better fortune eer will visit me

With pleasing expectation cheats my mind.