Who did they pray to,
The dying and the dead,
Mothers for their sons,
Sisters for their brothers?
I would shear my head,
Rip my face open,
Drown Greece with tears,
And flood wretched Troy.
I would bleed my nails,
I would stain my soft skin,
This is the face that torched
The citadels of Troy.
For this body, my body,
Her men and maidens burned.
The earth was quaking,
I gave birth to tears and blood.
Pray for good fortune?
No, pray for mercy.
- Euripides’ Helen: A Version by Frank McGuinness











