I am victorious, mother! Crown my head
with garlands, celebrate my royal marriage.
Escort me. ...
...glorious Agamemnon, lord
of the Achaeans, when he takes me as his bride
will enter a marriage more troublesome than Helen's,
for I will kill him. I'll exact the blood-price
he owes me for my brothers and my father;
I'll ravage his home as he ravaged mine.
...I'll show you how our city, Troy,
enjoys more blessings than the Greeks.
...
The Greeks, to hunt down Helen--just one woman
just one CYpris--slaughtered tens of thousands.
Their general, wise man that he is,
destroyed what is most precious for what's most
despicable. He forfeited the joy of children
in his home--all for his brother
and a woman who was willingly abducted!
...
They perished...
they didn't see their children, and their wives
could never wrap them in their burial robes;
they lie in foreign soil, whole at home
widows died alone, and parents lost
children they had raided in vain.
...
The Trojans, on the other hand, have won
the greatest glory; man by man they perished
fighting for their country....
but all were carried back to their homes by loved
ones,
wrapped for burial ...
As for Hector, he was the best, and he died famous
..
If Paris hadn't married Zeus' daughter Helen,
his marriage-bond would never have been mentioned.
Yes, anyone with sense steers clear of war.
But if war comes, a fine death is a crown
upon the city's brow: the only shame in dying
is to die disgracefully.
So, mother, there is no need to feel pity
for our land, or for the bedroom that awaits me.
You see, with this marriage I shall rip to shreds
the ones that we find most despicable.