Andromache was the wife of Hector, but when Troy fell to the
Spartans following Hector’s death, she was taken as a slave and mistress to
Hector’s murderer, Neoptolemus. She bore
a child, Molossus to him. Neoptolemus
also took a legitimate wife, Hermione, who is the daughter of Menalaus and
Helen. Hermione is childless and blames Andromache
for causing this by some strange powers.
Andromache is innocent of this charge and is in great misery as the
mistress of her beloved Hector’s killer.
While Neoptolemus is away, Hermione and Menalaus conspire to
kill both Andromache and her son.
Andromache hides Molossus at a friend’s house and takes refuge herself
in a temple believing she will be safe there.
Hermione comes to the temple and there is quite an argument. Later Menalaus comes and tricks Andromache
into leaving. He has found her son, but
he says he will spare him, if she agrees to be killed herself. His actual plan is to kill both of them.
Before Menalaus can carry out his intentions, Peleus, who is
father of Achilles and grandfather of Neoptolemus arrives on the scene. He believes in Andromache’s innocence and
demands that Menalaus release her. They
argue. Menalaus insults Peleus saying he
is old and feeble and couldn’t possibly stand up to him in battle. Peleus insults Menalaus, implying that he
thinks of himself highly because he was a general in the Trojan War, but it was
really his men who did all the work.
Menalaus finally retreats.
Hermione is now distraught.
She feels abandoned by Menalaus, and is fearful that when Neoptolemus
returns he will kill her because of her plot against Andromache and Molossus,
for although Molossus is a bastard, he is still Neoptolemus’ son. She wants to kill herself and is prevented
from doing so by her nurse. About this
time, Orestes arrives on the scene.
Hermione was once betrothed to him, and he still wants her. Besides, he knows that Neoptolemus is
dead. He arranged for this by spreading
false rumors about Neoptolemus while he was at a temple offering sacrifices. Hermione runs off with
Orestes.
Messengers arrive and tell Peleus that Neoptolemus, his
grandson is dead. Since his only son
Achilles is also dead, he is distraught.
He says that he now has no offspring and no reason for living. His wife Thetis, who is a goddess, appears. She reminds him that Molossus is his
offspring and promises that a line of kings will come from him. She further promises that after he buries Neoptolemus,
she will arrange for Peleus to become a god, and they will be together forever.
Euripides ideas on women permeate this work. Some make me angry:
*’tis woman’s way to
delight in present misfortunes even to keeping them always on her tongue and
lips.
*though some god hath
devised cures for mortals against the venom of reptiles, no man ever yet hath
discovered aught to cure a woman’s venom, which is far worse than viper’s sting…
*never, never….should
men of sense, who have wives, allow women-folk to visit them in their homes,
for they teach them mischief…
But, some of Euripides' thoughts on male-female relationships are wise:
*’tis not beauty, but
virtuous acts that win our husband’s hearts.
*I would have a
husband content with one wife whose rights he shareth with no other.
*…every prudent man
will seek to marry a wife of noble stock and give his daughter to a husband
good and true, never setting his heart on a worthless woman, not even though
she bring a sumptuous dowry to his house.
Other interesting quotes:
*We ought not on
trifling grounds to promote serious mischief.
*…wilt thou slay me,
passing by the cause and hurrying to the inevitable result?
*Thinkest thou God’s hand
is shortened and that thou wilt not be punished?
*One word upon your
lips, another in your heart, this is what men always find with you.
*The race of old men practices
no restraint; and their testiness makes it hard to check them.
(I guess old men have always been grumpy.)
*Better is it not to
win a discreditable victory, than to make justice miscarry by an invidious
exercise of power.
*Women ought to smooth
over their sisters’ weaknesses.
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