Citas

Elena de Troya

Priam: [on seeing the Greek naval fleet approaching] The face that launched a thousand ships!

Paris: Forgive me Helen. You are two women. Both wise and good. I am two men, one fairly good, I try to believe - the other very bad indeed.
Helen: One is a man, the other just a boy I think. Paris, let him be so always. Never let him grow old.

Priam: Arise, Paris. And go.
High Priest: The virgin Cassandra does make one point that causes me much concern. Prince Paris, it appears, gives all his worship to one goddess alone, Aphrodite.
Paris: I'm not sure I worship anything. Now, admiration is the better word. Admiration for the beauty of a marble image.

Helen: Nothing endures on earth, Paris. Neither sorrow nor happiness. Or, people in love.

Aeneas: To think deeply, Paris, one must think of women. They bring all life into the world and much death. They sway the destinies of men.
Paris: Not my destiny.

Andros: I can't risk hiding a Trojan.
Andraste: Yes. What if he's a warrior and only pretending? You must be careful.
Helen: Women who are always careful, miss much in life, Andraste. He doesn't seem to recover. But his heart beats!

Ulysses: Greetings, fellow pirates.
Agamemnon: This is a righteous war we plan, Ulysses. A war of defense aggression.
Ulysses: A very neat sort of righteousness.

Agamemnon: We cannot plan without Achilles of Thessaly. But, he hates my brother and me so much, I doubt...
Ulysses: He hates you almost as much as he loves war. In fact, in order to lock himself from all temptation of joining with us, he hid himself securely - in a house of women.
[laughs]
Ulysses: That's where I found him! Hiding from all persuasion - dressed as a woman.
Menelaus: Did you persuade him?
Ulysses: Oh yes, he's here, at the stables, seeing to the care of his horses.
Agamemnon: Achilles! A blushing girl!
Menelaus: I shall commend him for the beauty of his face and figure.

Andraste: I am the slave, sent to the Prince of Troy.
Spartan Guard #1: The Queen's handmaiden, eh?
Andraste: The King commands me to entertain his guest.
Spartan Guard #2: A fine old Greek custom, but, guest? He's in a prison, if he only knew it.
Andraste: Oh, I'm instructed that he shall not know it.

Paris: Sparta is the past, Helen, Troy is this way.
Helen: What will they call us there? A woman who left her husband and Prince turned thief. What else can we ever be?
Paris: Two people in love, against the world, if need be.

Cassandra: The Goddess of beauty, Aphrodite, come down to earth in mortal form. She will bring the disaster I have prophesied. Her name will be written in letters of fire: Helen. Helen of Troy.

Narrator: The Greeks did prepare for years of siege. They unloaded provisions from their ships. As time went on, they looted and raped the small, surrounding villages.

Achilles: Take your hands off her!
Ulysses: What's this? A warrior commanding his commander?
Achilles: She's mine, Agamemnon!
Agamemnon: Great as you are, I'm still your Chieftain. Protector of all the spoils of war. Take her to my quarters.
Achilles: Agamemnon, if you take this girl, I shall stay home.
Agamemnon: Then, fly, mighty warrior, fly!

Paris: Helen, how perfect.
Helen: The girl you fell in love with? Always keep that image with you, Paris.
Paris: I shan't need to. I have the source of its magic. Right here I hold its living warmth and its spirit is always with me on the ramparts.
Helen: Then it can't be lost, can it? What has been lived and shared is never lost.
Paris: Never, Helen.

Helen: People in love should not be blind. They should look to the future and prepare for separation.

Agamemnon: I'd like your friend Achilles with us. In case they prove to be troublesome.
Patroclus: He still refuses to fight. So long as you're in command and your lovesick jackass of a brother breathes upon this beach.

Cassandra: Father, please hear me. This is not the end of ruin, but, the beginning.
Priam: We must not be ungrateful to a Goddess who has proved herself our Goddess. Bring in her sacred horse. It shall be a monument to Trojan valor.

Paris: Oh Goddess come to Earth. Make me a mortal with your kiss and we'll live on nectar and ambrosia...
[kiss]
Paris: ... But I am not sure I like being so ethereal.

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