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andromache-第7部分
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too; poor lady; for thou art come into a quiet haven after the rude
storm。
ANDROMACHE
Heaven reward thee and all thy race; old sire; for having saved my
child and me his hapless mother! Only beware lest they fall upon us
twain in some lonely spot upon the road and force me from thee; when
they see thy age; my weakness; and this child's tender years; take
heed to this; that we be not a second time made captive; after
escaping now。
PELEUS
Forbear such words; prompted by a woman's cowardice。 Go on thy
way; who will lay a finger on you? Methinks he will do it to his cost;
For by heaven's grace I rule o'er many a knight and spearman bold in
my kingdom of Phthia; yea; and myself can still stand straight; no
bent old man as thou dost think; such a fellow as that a mere look
from me will put to flight in spite of my years。 For e'en an old
man; be he brave; is worth a host of raw youths; for what avails a
fine figure if a man is coward?
(PELEUS; ANDROMACHE; and MOLOSSUS go out。)
CHORUS (singing)
strophe
Oh! to have never been born; or sprung from noble sires; the
heir to mansions richly stored; for if aught untoward e'er befall;
there is no lack of champions for sons of noble parents; and there
is honour and glory for them when they are proclaimed scions of
illustrious lines; time detracts not from the legacy these good men
leave; but the light of their goodness still burns on when they are
dead。
antistrophe
Better is it not to win a discreditable victory; than to make
justice miscarry by an invidious exercise of power; for such a
victory; though men think it sweet for the moment; grows barren in
time and comes near being a stain on a house。 This is the life I
commend; this the life I set before me as my ideal; to exercise no
authority beyond what is right either in the marriage…chamber or in
the state。
epode
O aged son of Aeacus! now am I sure that thou wert with the
Lapithae; wielding thy famous spear; when they fought the Centaurs;
and on Argo's deck didst pass the cheerless strait beyond the sea…beat
Symplegades on her voyage famed; and when in days long gone the son of
Zeus spread slaughter round Troy's famous town; thou too didst share
his triumphant return to Europe。
(The NURSE OF HERMIONE enters。)
NURSE
Alas! good friends; what a succession of troubles is to…day
provided us! My mistress Hermione within the house; deserted by her
father and in remorse for her monstrous deed in plotting the death
of Andromache and her child; is bent on dying; for she is afraid her
husband will in requital for this expel her with dishonour from his
house or put her to death; because she tried to slay the innocent。 And
the servants that watch her can scarce restrain her efforts to hang
herself; scarce catch the sword and wrest it from her hand。 So
bitter is her anguish; and she hath recognized the villainy of her
former deeds。 As for me; friends; I am weary of keeping my mistress
from the fatal noose; do ye go in and try to save her life; for if
strangers come; they prove more persuasive than the friends of every
day。
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
Ah yes! I hear an outcry in the house amongst the servants;
confirming the news thou hast brought。 Poor sufferer! she seems
about to show lively grief for her grave crimes; for she has escaped
her servants' hands and is rushing from the house; eager to end her
life。
(HERMIONE enters; in agitation。 She is carrying
a sword which the NURSE wrests from her。)
HERMIONE (chanting)
Woe; woe is me! I will rend my hair and tear cruel furrows in my
cheeks。
NURSE
My child; what wilt thou do? Wilt thou disfigure thyself?
HERMIONE (chanting)
Ah me! ah me! Begone; thou fine…spun veil! float from my head
away!
NURSE
Daughter; cover up thy bosom; fasten thy robe。
HERMIONE (chanting)
Why should I cover it? My crimes against my lord are manifest
and clear; they cannot be hidden。
NURSE
Art so grieved at having devised thy rival's death?
HERMIONE (chanting)
Yea; I deeply mourn my fatal deeds of daring; alas! I am now
accursed in all men's eyes!
NURSE
Thy husband will pardon thee this error。
HERMIONE (chanting)
Oh! why didst thou hunt me to snatch away my sword? Give; oh! give
it back; dear nurse; that I may thrust it through my heart Why dost
thou prevent me hanging myself?
NURSE
What! was I to let thy madness lead thee on to death?
HERMIONE (chanting)
Ah me; my destiny! Where can I find some friendly fire? To what
rocky height can I climb above the sea or 'mid some wooded mountain
glen; there to die and trouble but the dead?
NURSE
Why vex thyself thus? on all of us sooner or later heaven's
visitation comes。
HERMIONE (chanting)
Thou hast left me; O my father; left me like a stranded bark;
all alone; without an oar。 My lord will surely slay me; no home is
mine henceforth beneath my husband's roof。 What god is there to
whose statue I can as a suppliant haste? or shall I throw myself in
slavish wise at slavish knees? Would I could speed away from
Phthia's land on bird's dark pinion; or like that pine…built ship; the
first that ever sailed betwixt the rocks Cyanean!
NURSE
My child; I can as little praise thy previous sinful excesses;
committed against the Trojan captive; as thy present exaggerated
terror。 Thy husband will never listen to a barbarian's weak pleading
and reject his marriage with thee for this。 For thou wast no captive
from Troy whom he wedded; but the daughter of a gallant sire; with a
rich dower; from a city too of no mean prosperity。 Nor will thy father
forsake thee; as thou dreadest; and allow thee to be cast out from
this house。 Nay; enter now; nor show thyself before the palace; lest
the sight of thee there bring reproach upon thee; my daughter。
(The NURSE departs as ORESTES and his attendants enter。)
LEADER
Lo! a stranger of foreign appearance from some other land comes
hurrying towards us。
ORESTES
Women of this foreign land! is this the home; the palace of
Achilles' son?
LEADER
Thou hast it; but who art thou to ask such a question?
ORESTES
The son of Agamemnon and Clytemnestra; by name Orestes; on ply way
to the oracle of Zeus at Dodona。 But now that I am come to Phthia; I
am resolved to inquire about my kinswoman; Hermione of Sparta; is
she alive and well? for though she dwells in a land far from my own; I
love her none the less。
HERMIONE
Son of Agamemnon; thy appearing is as a haven from the storm to
sailors; by thy knees I pray; have pity on me in my distr
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