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112 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 432
Ey çocuk doğuranlar, bahtsızlar, ölümlülerin acıları! Her kim sizi kötülük olmadan düşünüyor, çocuksuz bir yaşam sürdürsün, doğurduğu çocukları gömmesin diye.
Ben öldüreyim, sen de atları kaçırırsın.
Çünkü kurnazlıkta ustasın, akıllıca düşünüyorsun.
İnsanın en fazla yararlı olduğu işi yapması gerekir.
Hector. So be it: an honest rule. Do thou lay down
What guerdon likes thee best—short of my crown.
Dolon: I care not for thy crowned and care-fraught life.
Hector: Wouldst have a daughter of the King to wife?
Dolon: I seek no mate that might look down on me.
Hector: Good gold is ready, if that tempteth thee.
Dolon: We live at ease and have no care for gold.
Hector: Well, Troy hath other treasures manifold.
Dolon: Pay me not now, but when the Greeks are ta'en.
Hector: The Greeks! . . . Choose any save the Atridae twain.
Dolon: Kill both, an it please thee. I make prayer for none.
Hector: Thou wilt not ask for Ajax, Îleus' son?
Dolon: A princely hand is skilless at the plough.
Hector: 'Tis ransom, then? . . . What prisoner cravest thou?
Dolon: I said before, of gold we have our fill.
Hector: For spoils and armour . . . thou shalt choose at will.
Dolon: Nail them for trophies on some temple wall.
Hector: What seeks the man? What prize more rich than all?