Andromache Monologue from Andromache: A Play in Three Acts

From Andromache: A Play in Three Acts by Gilbert Murray

female · anguished · 1:18 min

May your eyes never see half the pain mine have seen! I grew past feeling for it, too, long, long ago. I saw men writhe and bite the dust, without caring for them or counting them. They were so many that they were all confused, and the noise of their anguish was like the crying of cranes far off; there was no one voice in it, and no meaning. And then, as it went on growing, and the sons of Priam died about me and the folk starved, and my husband, Hector, was slain with torment, all the voices gathered again together and seemed as one voice, that cried to my heart so that it understood. (MOLOSSUS: What did it say, mother?) It spoke in a language that you know not, my son. (MOLOSSUS: Did it speak Phrygian?) It spoke the language of old, old men, and those whose gods have deserted them. [ORESTES moves forward as though to speak, but checks himself.

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