AGA. Whence this delay? why go you not t’ inter,
O Hecuba, your daughter, whom Talthybius
Directed that no Greek might be allowed
To touch? We therefore have with your request
Complied, nor moved the corse. But you remain
Inactive, which I wonder at, and come
To fetch you, for each previous solemn rite
That best might please, if aught such rites can please,
Have we performed. But ah, what Trojan youth
Do I behold lie breathless in the tent?
For that he was no Greek, the garb informs me
In which he’s clad.
HEC. Thou wretch, for of myself
I speak, when thee, O Hecuba, I name;
What shall I do, at Agamemnon’s knees
Fall prostrate, or in silence bear my woes?
AGA. Why weep, with face averted, yet refuse
T’ inform me what hath happened? who is he?
HEC. But from his knees, if, deeming me a slave
And enemy, the monarch should repel me,
This would but make my sorrows yet more poignant.
AGA. I am no seer, nor can I uninformed
Trace out the secret purpose of your soul.
HEC. Am I mistaken then, while I suppose
A foe in him who doth not mean me ill?
AGA. If ’tis your wish I should not be apprized,
We both are of one mind; you will not speak,
And I as little am disposed to hear.
HEC. Without his aid no vengeance for my child
Can I obtain: yet why deliberate thus?
Prosper or fail I must take courage now.
O royal Agamemnon, by those knees
A suppliant I conjure you, by that beard,
And that right hand, victorious o’er your foes.
AGA. What do you wish for? To obtain your freedom?
This were not difficult.
HEC. No, give me vengeance
On yonder guilty wretch, and I am willing
To linger out the remnant of my life
In servitude.
AGA. Then why implore our aid?
HEC. For reasons you suspect not. Do you see
That breathless corse o’er which my tears I shed?
AGA. The corse I see; but cannot comprehend
What follows next.
HEC. Him erst I bore and nurtured.
AGA. Is the deceased, O miserable dame,
One of your children?
HEC. Not of those who fell
Beneath Troy’s walls.
AGA. What! had you other sons?
HEC. Yes, him you see, born in an evil hour.
AGA. But where was he when Ilion was destroyed?
HEC. His father, apprehensive of his death,
Conveyed him thence.
AGA. From all the other children
Which then he had, where placed he this apart?
HEC. In this same region where his corse was found.
AGA. With Polymestor, sovereign of the land?
HEC. He, to preserve that execrable gold,
Was hither sent.
AGA. But, by what ruthless hand,
And how, was he despatched?
HEC. By whom beside?
The murderer was his friend, the Thracian king.
AGA. Was he thus eager? O abandoned wretch,
To seize the gold!
HEC. E’en thus; soon as he knew
Troy was o’erthrown.
AGA. But where did you discover
The body, or who brought it?
HEC. On the shore
This servant found it.
AGA. Or in quest of him
Or other task then busied?
HEC. To fetch water
To lave Polyxena’s remains she went.
AGA. When he had slain him, it appears, his friend
Did cast him forth.
HEC. He to the waves consigned
The stripling’s mangled corse.
AGA. O wretched woman,
Surrounded by immeasurable woes.
HEC. I am undone; no farther ill remains
For me t’ experience.
AGA. Ah! what woman e’er
Was born to such calamities?
HEC. Not one
Exists, whose sorrows equal mine, unless
You of Calamity herself would speak.
Yet hear the motive why I clasp your knees.
If I appear to merit what I suffer,
I must be patient; but if not, avenge
My wrongs upon the man who ’gainst his guest
Such treachery could commit, who, nor the gods
Of Erebus beneath, nor those who rule
In Heaven above regarding, this vile deed,
Did perpetrate, e’en he with whom I oft
Partook the feast, on whom I showered each bounty,
Esteeming him the first of all my friends;
Yet, when at Ilion’s palace with respect
He had been treated, a deliberate scheme
Of murder forming, he destroyed my son,
On whom he deigned not to bestow a tomb,
But threw his corse into the briny deep.
Though I indeed am feeble, and a slave,
Yet mighty are the gods, and by their law
The world is ruled: for by that law we learn
That there are gods, and can mark out the bounds
Of justice and injustice; if such law
To you transmitted, be infringed, if they
Who kill their guests, or dare with impious hand
To violate the altars of the gods,
Unpunished ’scape, no equity is left
Among mankind. Deeming such base connivance
Unworthy of yourself, revere my woes,
Have pity on me, like a painter take
Your stand to view me, and observe the number
Of my afflictions; once was I a queen,
But now am I a slave; in many a son
I once was rich, but now am I both old
And of my children reft, without a city,
Forlorn, and of all mortals the most wretched.
But whither would you go? With you I seem
To have no interest. Miserable me!
Why do we mortals by assiduous toil,
And such a painful search as their importance
Makes requisite, all other arts attain,
Yet not enough intent on the due knowledge
Of that sole empress of the human soul
Persuasion, no rewards bestow on those
Who teach us by insinuating words
How to procure our wishes? who can trust
Hereafter in prosperity? That band
Of my heroic sons is now no more,
Myself a captive, am led forth to tasks
Unseemly, and e’en now these eyes behold
The air obscured by Ilion’s rising smoke.
It might be vain perhaps, were I to found
A claim to your assistance on your love:
Yet must I speak: my daughter, who in Troy
Was called Cassandra, the prophetic dame,
Partakes your bed; and how those rapturous nights
Will you acknowledge, or to her how show
Your gratitude for all the fond embraces
Which she bestows, O king, or in her stead
To me her mother? In the soul of man
Th’ endearments of the night, by darkness veiled,
Create the strongest interest. To my tale
Now listen: do you see that breathless corse?
Each act of kindness which to him is shown,
Upon a kinsman of the dame you love
Will be conferred. But, in one point my speech
Is yet deficient. By the wondrous arts
Of Dædalus, or some benignant god,
Could I give voice to each arm, hand, and hair,
And each extremest joint, they round your knees
Should cling together, and together weep,
At once combining with a thousand tongues.
O monarch, O thou light of Greece, comply,
And stretch forth that avenging arm to aid
An aged woman, though she be a thing
Of nought, O succour: for the good man’s duty
Is to obey the dread behests of justice,
And ever punish those who act amiss.
CHOR. ’Tis wonderful, indeed, how all events
Happen to mortals, and the dread behests
Of fate, uncircumscribed by human laws,
Constrain us to form amities with those
To whom the most inveterate hate we bore,
And into foes convert our former friends.
AGA. To you, O Hecuba, your son, your fortunes,
And your entreaties, is my pity due.
I in obedience to the gods and justice
Wish to avenge you on this impious friend,
Could I appear your interests to espouse,
Without the troops suspecting that I slay
The Thracian monarch for Cassandra’s sake:
My terrors hence arise; the host esteem
Him our ally, and the deceased a foe:
What though you held him dear, his fate, the loss
Of you alone, affects not the whole camp.
Reflect too, that you find me well disposed
To share your toils, and in your cause exert
My utmost vigour; but, what makes me slow,
Is a well-grounded fear of blame from Greece.
HEC. Alas! there’s no man free: for some are slaves
To gold, to fortune others, and the rest,
The multitude or written laws restrain
From acting as their better judgment dictates.
But since you are alarmed, and to the rabble
Yield an implicit deference, from that fear
I will release you; only to my schemes
Be privy, if some mischief I contrive
Against the murderer of my son: but take
No active part. If, when the Thracian suffers,
As he shall suffer, ’mongst the Greeks a tumult
Break forth, or they attempt to succour him,
Restrain them, without seeming to befriend
My interests. As for what remains, rely
On me, and I will manage all things well.
AGA. How then? what mean you? With that aged hand
To wield a sword, and take away the life
Of that barbarian, or by drugs endued
With magic power? the help you need, what arts
Can furnish? what strong arm have you to fight
Your battles? whence will you procure allies?
HEC. These tents conceal a group of Trojan dames.
AGA. Mean you those captives whom the Greeks have seized.
HEC. With them I on the murderer will inflict
Due punishment.
AGA. How can the female sex
O’er men obtain a conquest?
HEC. Numbers strike
A foe with terror, and the wiles of women
Are hard to be withstood.
AGA. They may strike terror,
But in their courage I no trust can place.
HEC. What? did not women slay Ægyptus’ sons,
And in their rage exterminate each male
From Lemnos? But leave me to find out means
How to effect my purpose. Through the camp
In safety this my faithful servant send;
And thou, when to my Thracian friend thou com’st,
Say, “Hecuba, erst Queen of Troy, invites
Thee and thy children, on thy own account,
No less than hers, because she to thy sons
And thee the self-same message must deliver.”
The newly slain Polyxena’s interment
Defer, O Agamemnon; in one flame
That when their kindred corses are consumed;
The brother with the sister, who demand
A twofold portion of their mother’s grief
Together may be buried in one grave.
AGA. These rites shall be performed, which could the troops
Set sail, I needs must have denied: but now,
Since Neptune sends not an auspicious breeze,
Expecting a more seasonable voyage,
Here must we wait. But may success attend you;
For ’tis the common interest of mankind,
Of every individual, every state,
That he who hath transgressed should suffer ill.
And fortune crown the efforts of the virtuous.
[_Exit_ AGAMEMNON.