Euripides' ANDROMACHE Complete

Translated by E. Coleridge.

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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.

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