Monologue

Hecuba Monologue from The Trojan women of Euripides

From The Trojan women of Euripides by Euripides

female · anguished · 1:21 min

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What of Andromache, Wife of mine iron-hearted Hector, where Journeyeth she? (TALTHYBIUS: Pyrrhus, Achilles' son, hath taken her.) And I, whose slave am I, The shaken head, the arm that creepeth by, Staff-crutchèd, like to fall? (TALTHYBIUS: Odysseus, Ithaca's king, hath thee for thrall.) Beat, beat the crownless head: Rend the cheek till the tears run red! A lying man and a pitiless Shall be lord of me, a heart full-flown With scorn of righteousness: O heart of a beast where law is none, Where all things change so that lust be fed, The oath and the deed, the right and the wrong, Even the hate of the forked tongue: Even the hate turns and is cold, False as the love that was false of old! O Women of Troy, weep for me! Yea, I am gone: I am gone my ways. Mine is the crown of misery, The bitterest day of all our days.

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40s · sadness · loss · suffering · betrayal · power

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