To aid the Greeks is justice in thine eyes! A Greek, or any one whose cause is just.
I see that thou hast hastily condemned me.
A man's own conscience must pass judgment for him. The ambassadors, 'tis known, are lodged with thee. To every honest man my house is open.
But most to him who comes not empty-handed! So I must now corrupt the court, since I Have seized another's wife, for whom he sues! I know naught of thy wife, but gifts thou tak 'st, And Grecian gifts; my own to thee were small! Loth am I from another to obtain Present or wife. Thou speakest, I perceive, Even as thou hast lived: without restraint. This hear: I will have naught to do with thee. And I regret that I asked aught of thee. I trust my gods, that e'en without thine aid Or favor, I may yet be fortunate, And find an advocate to plead my cause. Such as thyself!
God grant, a man of honor!
Had but youth's fire
Wisdom to guide,
From his desire
Nature would hide
Vainly her treasures. To knowledge in power they were never denied.
Favored of Fate,
Youth might secure,
With such a mate,
Pleasures more sure:
So would he lighten the sorrowful load that his friends must
Now lost is health,
By passions shaken; Wasted his wealth,
Wisdom forsaken;
And in the shame of his ruin his country itself has partaken.
Thy gifts are dear,
O God on high!
Discretion clear
With youth we buy;
And, pronouncing it goodlier, yet for the years it has cost us we sigh!
Lo, Helen comes. Upon what meditates
This wretched woman? For she knows the lords
Today decide her fate; if she must stay
In Troy, or may revisit Grecian Sparta.
All this as in a mirror I beheld: Infamous Alexander could not long
Enjoy his conquest, for the powerful Greeks Would soon destroy his rest and quietude. Now is he like the wolf that spoiled the fold, And they the shepherds following with their dogs Upon his track. When they shall press him hard, He must abandon the poor sheep at last, And flee to shelter him in some dim wood. What sort of bridal journey will it be, My homecoming? Alas! Shall I be dragged Behind the stern of some fleet Grecian ship, A chain around my neck? What countenance Shall I present in greeting my dear brethren? How shall I come before thee in my shame, My husband, and account myself to thee, Or gaze once more on thy beloved face? Would Spartan soil had never felt thy tread, Unhappy son of Priam! Bereft was I Of blessings Daughter of a princely line, I married with a house of honored princes; God gave me beauty, children, more than these, Gave me good fame-now through an evil man I have lost all! My fatherland, my friends, Are far away, and if my children live I know not! I myself am but a slave, Subject to biting taunts and evil fame; And what the Fates still further have conspired Against me, none can know save Thou, my God!
Dear child, let not anxiety annoy
Thy soul, for so it must be in this world,
At one time joy and at another woe:
Of these two threads the garment of our life Is woven. Our delights are insecure,
But likewise must our sorrows yield, when, God Decreeing it, Time brings to them surcease.
Unequal is the plaiting of that wreath, Good mother; to the lot of mortal man Falls more of sorrow than of happiness.
Far more to heart men take their grievous hours Than those that are according to their mind. Hence it must seem that anguish e'er prevails Over the fleeting moments of our bliss.
In God's name, mother, there is more of ill In this world than of good! Bethink thee, that In but one fashion man is born, and yet To perish he can find such ample means It is impossible to guess them. So One single health is his, to cherish 'gainst A countless host of varied ills. But she
Whose hands control the course of human fate, Fortune, all-powerful ruler, witnesseth
That less prosperity is seen on earth
Than evil, as men term it. For that queen,
Though, blindly generous, she makes rich a few- See with what harsh and grievous poverty
She tortures all men else; yet neither greed Nor envy working moves her to such course, But the constraint of cold necessity.
And it is notable, that even now,
When she would favor one, she takes the gift, Ere she bestows it, from another. Hence My oft-repeated words are proven true: Less prevalent is good on earth than ill.
If more, or less, or equal the amount Of these two, little profits us to know. For this let us pray God, that we may find Of adverse fortune the least possible; But that we should experience none at all, Think not upon it: such is not man's lot.
But why do we await so long a time News from the council? Alexander will Without delay, I know, send messengers As soon as they conclude there the debate; But women are more fitly found at home Than dallying about the market-place.
O ye who hold men's justice in your hands, Ruling the glorious Commonwealth's broad lands; Ye, to whom charge is given that ye feed The people, and full power God's flock to lead: Hold ye this vision: to the common eye Your presence here on earth doth God supply. Then set not on your own affairs your mind, So much as on what touches all mankind. Bethink you, though ye hold supremacy O'er lesser man, ye in humility
Must also bow before a higher Lord
One day, and give account of deed and word. There hardly shall the guilty miss his fate, For that Lord whom no gifts propitiate, Cares not what rank each culprit held on earth, Whether of princely line or lowly birth, Whether in peasant's smock or rich brocade He come; unto the utmost must be paid
The slightest wrong. So I, methinks, shall win Less condemnation, since I with my sin Only myself destroy. For one can see, The crimes of those in high authority Have ruined fairest cities, to the ground Have overthrown wide empires, far renowned.
MESSENGER HELEN
Good news unto my mistress dear I bring!
Full well I know she has awaited long
This message, weeping, and her heart with fears
Disquieting. But on the instant now
Forth from the house she comes. Behold, O Queen, In me a messenger of grateful news!
God grant thou bring me somewhat comforting!
E'en as they came, so thy ambassadors
Depart again, but thou art still with us.
Wert thou, then, in attendance on the council, Or didst thou hear this news from some one else? Present was I through all. And Alexander Ordered me to depart and come to thee.
see not truly why I have
Cause for rejoicing. Yet, what hath occurred? Tell me.
I will; do thou but hearken.
First spake the King, when all our Lords were set In council:
Aught save by your advice; and though that were My custom (I myself remember not
Having so done), from this cause I must needs Wish my son absent, lest a father's love Seduce me in the presence of my child.
But though, methinks, it was not said in vain, "Thicker is blood than water,' yet with me Greater is duty to the Commonwealth. Therefore, my lords, whatever shall seem best To all, that will I too approve. My son In Greece obtained a wife, I know not how, Whom now these Greek ambassadors require. Whether to yield her up or no, thereon
"Upon the first complaint
Of these Greek envoys, adequate account I gave of this affair, nor would I now Idly assail your ears; but having said Some little, unto God I leave the rest, And to my father's grace, and to you all, Sitting in judgment. How I chose my life You know: on councils of the market-place I never gazed, preferring in the glades To chase the fleet-foot deer, or savage boar Through the thick groves; or, shepherding my flocks, To sleep alone in forest huts. No whit
Thought I of Helen then. As yet my ear Had never heard that name, when Venus first Commended her to me, unwilling judge Between three goddesses, and gave her me As wife. Men beg the gods for happiness;
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