3. Euripides, Hecuba, 10, 1076-1080, 11, 1114-1119, 1131-1182, 1187-1199, 12, 1200-1207, 1218-1237, 1240-1251, 1253-1255, 1258, 1260, 1265-1274, 1292, 13-19, 2, 20-29, 3, 30-39, 4, 40-49, 5, 50-59, 6, 661, 669, 675, 7, 714-715, 726-727, 736-799, 8, 800-899, 9, 900-904, 919, 923-925, 934, 946-949, 1 (5th cent. BCE - 5th cent. BCE)
| 1. ̔́Ηκω νεκρῶν κευθμῶνα καὶ σκότου πύλας | 1. GHOST OF POLYDORE. I am present, having left the secret dwellings of the dead and the gates of darkness, where Hades has his abode apart from the other Gods, Polydore the son of Hecuba the daughter of Cisseus, and Priam my sire, who when the danger of falling by the spear of Greece was threatening the city of the Phrygians, in fear, privately sent me from the Trojan land to the house of Polymestor, his Thracian friend, who cultivates the most fruitful soil of the Chersonese, ruling a warlike people with his spear. But my father sends privately with me a large quantity of gold, in order that, if at any time the walls of Troy should fall, there might not be a lack of sustece for his surviving children. But I was the youngest of the sons of Priam; on which account also he sent me privately from the land, for I was able neither to bear arms nor the spear with my youthful arm. As long then indeed as the landmarks of the country remained erect, and the towers of Troy were unshaken, and Hector my brother prevailed with his spear, I miserable increased vigorously as some young branch, by the nurture I received at the hands of the Thracian, my father's friend. But after that both Troy and the life of Hector were put an end to, and my father's mansions razed to the ground, and himself falls at the altar built by the God, slain by the blood-polluted son of Achilles, the friend of my father slays me, wretched man, for the sake of my gold, and having slain me threw me into the surf of the sea, that he might possess the gold himself in his palace. But I am exposed on the shore, at another time on the ocean's surge, borne about by many ebbings and flowings of the waves, unwept, unburied; but at present I am hastening on my dear mother's account, having left my body, borne aloft this day already the third, for so long has my wretched mother been present in this territory of the Chersonese from Troy. 1. I have come from out of the charnel-house and gates of gloom, where Hades dwells apart from gods, I Polydorus, a son of Hecuba, the daughter of Cisseus, and of Priam. Now my father, when Phrygia ’s capital |
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