Stasimon 1
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But see! a herald from the army of Danaids, with a store of fresh proclamations, comes hastening here. What is his errand? What does he say? For we are indeed slaves now to Dorian lords.
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Talthybius
Hecuba, you know me from my many journeys to and fro as herald between the Achaean army and Troy; I was no stranger to you, lady, even before: I, Talthybius, now sent with a fresh message.
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Hecuba
Ah, kind friends, it has come! what I so long have dreaded.
Talthybius
The lot has decided your fates already, if that was what you feared.
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Hecuba
Ah me! What city did you say, Thessalian, Phthian, or Cadmean?
Talthybius
Each warrior took his prize in turn; you were not all at once assigned.
Hecuba
To whom has the lot assigned us severally? Which of us Trojan women
does a happy fortune await?
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Talthybius
I know, but ask your questions separately, not all at once.
Hecuba
Then tell me, whose prize is my daughter, hapless Cassandra?
Talthybius
King Agamemnon has chosen her out for himself.
Hecuba
To be the slave-girl of his Spartan wife? Ah me!
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Talthybius
No, to share with him his stealthy love.
Hecuba
What! Phoebus’ virgin-priestess, to whom the god with golden locks granted the gift of maidenhood?
Talthybius
The dart of love has pierced his heart, love for the frenzied maid.
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Hecuba
Daughter, cast from you the sacred keys, and from your body tear the holy wreaths that drape you in their folds.
Talthybius
Why! is it not an honor that she should win our monarch’s love?
Hecuba
What have you done to her whom recently you took from me, my child?
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Talthybius
Do you mean Polyxena, or whom do you inquire about?
Hecuba
Yes, that one; to whom has the lot assigned her?
Talthybius
To minister at Achilles’ tomb has been appointed her.
Hecuba
Woe is me! I the mother of a dead man’s slave! What custom, what ordinance is this among Hellenes, friend?
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Talthybius
Count your daughter happy; it is well with her.
Hecuba
What wild words are these? Please tell me, is she still alive?
Talthybius
Her fate is one that sets her free from trouble.
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Hecuba
And what of the wife of Hector skilled in arms, sad Andromache? declare her fate.
Talthybius
She too was a chosen prize; Achilles’ son took her.
whose hair is white with age, who need to hold a staff to be to me a third foot, whose servant am I to be?
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Talthybius
Odysseus, king of Ithaca, has taken you to be his slave.
