Tuesday, March 5, 2019

The Rage of Athena at Troy


 by Brett Rutherford

     Adapted, with new material, from Euripides' The Trojan Women

NARRATOR/PRIEST
Athena is wise, is wisdom, but beware her wrath: her name,
her rites, her honor must always be defended, her temple
sacrosanct. Hear her at the fall of Troy, when suddenly
she begs Poseidon to punish the Greeks, her favorites:

POSEIDON
Welcome, Athena! (Ironically) Family love has a magic power. …
I suppose you bring some word from Zeus.

ATHENA
No. I come to entreat your power, aid and alliance
on behalf of Troy — yes, of this place!

POSEIDON
Have you renounced your hatred? Now that it stinks in ashes,
do you pity Troy?

ATHENA
Will you support me?

POSEIDON
Tell me your mind.
(Suspiciously). Is it Greece … or Troy … you are helping?

ATHENA
I am disposed to favor the Trojans, whom I once loathed.
The Greeks are leaving, laden with wealth and women —
make this homeward voyage disastrous for them.

POSEIDON
Why this leaping at random between love and hate?

ATHENA
You know of the insult offered my temple at Troy?

POSEIDON
(Places fingers to forehead, seeing a vision)
Ah! my eyes see it. Ajax athwart the door of your temple.
He is in! He drags a Trojan princess by the hair.
He has torn her from your altar, her offering
still fresh, a heifer unmurdered, a costly robe
upon the knees of your statue. It was —

ATHENA
Cassandra! The self-doomed Prophetess
who threw herself on the mercy of the gods.
He seized her from the sanctuary!

POSEIDON
The Greeks have spoils enough. Are they not shamed?
Must they not return her, that she complete
her sacrifice, her plea for safety beneath your wings?

ATHENA
They have done nothing. No punishment for Ajax,
not even a reprimand. The insult!

POSEIDON
And you, Athena, fought beside them. You rode
the war chariot with Diomedes, you felled
your brother Ares in a single blow!

ATHENA
Help me now to make them suffer.

POSEIDON
(Nods his head in assent, extends his hand).
My powers await your whim, Athena. What shall we do?

ATHENA
I mean to make their homeward journey a long one.
They will part from one another. The sea
will be their undoing, their misery.
Many will wish they had died at Troy.

POSEIDON
(Excitedly). The whole Aegean I'll stir for you; the shores
of Mykonos, Skyros, Lemnos, the reefs of Delos,
the Capherian capes I'll drape with drowned Greeks.
Go back to Olympus and get your father's thunderbolts.
You'll need them. No punishment is strong enough
for those who profane the temples of the high gods.

CHORUS
Athanaia! Athanaia! Xaira Theá!


This excerpt was included in the 2008 pageant-play, Who Is Athena? by Brett Rutherford, performed at The Providence Athenaeum on July 11, 2008. Revised March 2019.



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