Is Menelaos already at home with his wife? Teucer No; he is neither in Argos nor by the streams of the Eurotas. Helen Alas! This is evil news for those to whom you bring it. Teucer He is said to have disappeared with his wife. Helen Wasn’t there the same passage for all the Argives? Teucer Yes; but a tempest scattered them in every direction. Helen On which surface of the salty ocean? Teucer While they were crossing the Aegean in mid-channel. Helen And from that time does no one know of Menelaos’ arrival? Teucer No one; but throughout Hellas he is reported to be dead. Helen I am wholly lost. Is the daughter of Thestius alive? Teucer You speak of Leda? She is dead and gone, indeed. Helen It wasn’t Helen’s disgraceful fame that killed her, surely? Teucer Yes, they say she tied a noose around her noble neck. Helen Are the sons of Tyndareus still alive or not? Teucer They are dead, and not dead: it is a double story. Helen Which report is the stronger? I am so unhappy at these evils! Teucer Men say that they are gods in the likeness of stars. Helen That is good news; but what is the other story? Teucer That they killed themselves because of their sister. But enough of such talk! I do not need to grieve twice. As to why I came to this royal palace, wanting to see the prophetess Theonoe, you be my patron, so I might obtain an oracle: how I should steer a favorable course to the island of Cyprus , where Apollo has declared I am to live, giving it the island name of Salamis in honor of that fatherland over there. Helen The voyage itself will explain that, stranger; leave this land and escape, before the son of Proteus, the ruler of this land, catches sight of you; now he is away with his trusty hounds tracking his savage quarry to the death; for he kills every visitor from Hellas that he catches. Do not seek to learn his reason, and I will not say; for how could I help you? Teucer Lady, you have spoken well. May the gods grant you a return for your kindness! Although you have a body like Helen’s, your heart is not like hers, but very different. May she die miserably, and never reach the streams of Eurotas! But may you always have good fortune, lady. Exit Teucer. Helen Oh, as I begin the great lament of my great distress, what mourning shall I strive to utter? or what Muse shall I approach with tears or songs of death or woe? Alas! Helen Winged maidens, virgin daughters of Earth, the Sirens, may you come to my mourning with Libyan flute or pipe or lyre, tears to match my plaintive woes; grief for grief and mournful chant for chant, may Persephone send choirs of death