Monologue

Chorus Monologue from Hecuba

From Hecuba by Euripides

any · anguished · 1:03 min

Rehearse this freeFind more monologues
2. My royal mistress, your disastrous fate With many a groan and fruitless tear I mourn. I from that hour your sorrows date When amorous Jove on snowy pinions borne, In form a swan, by Leda was carest. Is there an evil you have not endured? Your mother is no more, through you unblest Are Jove’s twin sons. Nor have your vows procured Of your dear country the enchanting sight. A rumour too through various realms hath spread, Caught by the envious vulgar with delight, Assigning you to the barbarian’s bed. Amid the waves, far from the wished-for shore, Your husband hath been buried in the main. You shall behold your native walls no more Nor under burnished roofs your wonted state maintain.

About this piece

The Chorus mourns the tragic fate of Hecuba, reflecting on her immense suffering and loss, including the death of her husband and the fate of her homeland.

30s · sadness · fate · loss · betrayal · isolation

Rehearse Chorus's monologue

Run it out loud with a spotlight that follows your voice, line by line, until it's off the page. Free to start, no credit card.

Rehearse freeStart rehearsing

More from Hecuba

Browse