Teucer: Who is lord and master of this fenced palace? The house is
one I may compare to the halls of Plutus, with its royal bulwarks
and towering buildings. Ha! great gods! what sight is here? I see
the counterfeit of that fell murderous dame, who ruined me and all
the Achaeans. May Heaven show its loathing for thee, so much dost
thou resemble Helen! Were I not standing on a foreign soil, with this
well-aimed shaft had worked thy death, thy reward for resembling the
daughter of Zeus.
Helen: Oh! why, poor man, whoe'er thou art, dost thou turn from me,
loathing me for those troubles Helen caused?
Teucer: I was wrong; I yielded to my anger more than I ought; my reason
was, the hate all Hellas bears to that daughter of Zeus. Pardon me,
lady, for the words I uttered.
Helen: Who art thou? whence comest thou to visit this land?
Teucer: One of those hapless Achaeans am I, lady.
Helen: No wonder then that thou dost bate Helen. But say, who art
thou? Whence comest? By what name am I to call thee?
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