Merge pull request #1088 from PerseusDL/tlg0006_work

(tlg0006 work) EpiDoc and CTS conversion cont'd #572

data/tlg0006/tlg006/__cts__.xml

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 <ti:work xmlns:ti="http://chs.harvard.edu/xmlns/cts" groupUrn="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006" projid="greekLit:tlg006" urn="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg006" xml:lang="grc">
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-   <ti:title xml:lang="eng">Andromache</ti:title>
-    <ti:title xml:lang="lat">Andromacha</ti:title>
-
-   <ti:translation urn="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg006.perseus-eng1" xml:lang="eng" workUrn="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg006">
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-       <ti:label xml:lang="eng">Andromache</ti:label>
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-       <ti:description xml:lang="eng">Euripides. Children of Heracles. Hippolytus. Andromache. Hecuba. Edited and translated by David Kovacs. Loeb Classical Library 484. Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1995.</ti:description>
-
-      <ti:memberof collection="Perseus:collection:Greco-Roman-protected"/>
-
-   </ti:translation>
 
-    <ti:edition urn="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg006.perseus-grc1" xml:lang="grc" workUrn="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg006">
-        
-        <ti:label xml:lang="grc">Ἀνδρομάχη</ti:label>
-
+    <ti:title xml:lang="eng">Andromache</ti:title>
+
+    <ti:translation urn="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg006.perseus-eng1" xml:lang="eng" workUrn="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg006">
+        <ti:label xml:lang="eng">Andromache</ti:label>
         <ti:description xml:lang="eng">Euripides. Children of Heracles. Hippolytus. Andromache. Hecuba. Edited and translated by David Kovacs. Loeb Classical Library 484. Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1995.</ti:description>
-
         <ti:memberof collection="Perseus:collection:Greco-Roman-protected"/>
-
-    </ti:edition>
+    </ti:translation>
+
+<ti:edition urn="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg006.perseus-grc2" xml:lang="grc" workUrn="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg006">
+        <ti:label xml:lang="grc">Ἀνδρομάχη</ti:label>
+        <ti:description xml:lang="mul">Euripides. Euripidis Fabulae, Vol. I. Murray, Gilbert, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1902.</ti:description>
+ </ti:edition>
 
 </ti:work>

data/tlg0006/tlg007/__cts__.xml

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    <ti:title xml:lang="eng">Hecuba</ti:title>
 
-    <ti:edition urn="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg007.perseus-grc1" xml:lang="grc" workUrn="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg007">
+    <ti:edition urn="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg007.perseus-grc2" xml:lang="grc" workUrn="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg007">
         <ti:label xml:lang="grc">Ἑκάβη</ti:label>
-        <ti:description xml:lang="eng">Euripides. Euripidis Fabulae, Vol. I. Murray, Gilbert, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1902. (Reprinted 1906-1974)</ti:description>
+        <ti:description xml:lang="mul">Euripides. Euripidis Fabulae, Vol. I. Murray, Gilbert, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1902. (Reprinted 1906-1974)</ti:description>
      </ti:edition>
 
     <ti:translation urn="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg007.perseus-eng2" xml:lang="eng" workUrn="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg007">

data/tlg0006/tlg007/tlg0006.tlg007.perseus-eng2.xml

@@ -11,7 +11,7 @@
 <title type="work" n="Hec.">Hecuba</title>
 <title type="sub">Machine readable text</title>
 <author n="Eur.">Euripides</author>
-<editor role="translator">E. P. Coleridge</editor>
+<editor role="translator">Edward P. Coleridge</editor>
     <sponsor>Perseus Project, Tufts University</sponsor>
     <principal>Gregory Crane</principal>
     <respStmt>
@@ -364,10 +364,10 @@ bring up to P3
 <p>I am dead; sorrow has forestalled death here.</p></sp>
 <sp>
 <speaker>Polyxena</speaker>
-<p>Come veil my head, Odysseus, and take me away; for now, before the fatal blow, my heart is melted by my mother's wailing, and hers by mine. <milestone ed="p" n="435" unit="line"/> O light of day! for still I may call you by your name, though now my share in you is only the time I take to go between Achilles' tomb and the sword.<stage>Odysseus and his attendants lead Polyxena away.</stage></p></sp>
+<p>Come veil my head, Odysseus, and take me away; for now, before the fatal blow, my heart is melted by my mother's wailing, and hers by mine. <milestone ed="p" n="435" unit="line"/> O light of day! for still I may call you by your name, though now my share in you is only the time I take to go between Achilles' tomb and the sword. <stage>Odysseus and his attendants lead Polyxena away.</stage></p></sp>
 <sp>
 <speaker>Hecuba</speaker>
-<p>Alas! I faint; my limbs sink under me. O my daughter, embrace your mother, stretch out your hand, <milestone ed="p" n="440" unit="line"/> give it to me; do not leave me childless! Ah, friends! it is my death-blow. Oh! to see that Spartan woman, Helen, sister of the sons of Zeus, in such a plight; for her bright eyes have caused the shameful fall of <placeName key="perseus,Troy">Troy</placeName>'s once prosperous town.<stage>Hecuba sinks fainting to the ground.</stage></p></sp></div1>
+<p>Alas! I faint; my limbs sink under me. O my daughter, embrace your mother, stretch out your hand, <milestone ed="p" n="440" unit="line"/> give it to me; do not leave me childless! Ah, friends! it is my death-blow. Oh! to see that Spartan woman, Helen, sister of the sons of Zeus, in such a plight; for her bright eyes have caused the shameful fall of <placeName key="perseus,Troy">Troy</placeName>'s once prosperous town. <stage>Hecuba sinks fainting to the ground.</stage></p></sp></div1>
 
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@@ -439,9 +439,9 @@ bring up to P3
 <sp>
 <speaker>Hecuba</speaker>
 <p><milestone ed="p" n="585" unit="line"/> O my daughter! among this crowd of sorrows I do not know where to turn my gaze; for if I set myself to one, another will not let me be; while from this again another grief summons me, finding a successor to sorrow's throne. And now I can not efface from my mind the memory of your sufferings <milestone ed="p" n="590" unit="line"/> sufficiently to stay my tears; yet the story of your noble death has taken from the keenness of my grief. Is it not then strange that a poor land, when blessed by heaven with a lucky year, yields a good crop, while that which is good, if robbed of needful care, <milestone ed="p" n="595" unit="line"/> bears little fruit; yet among men the base is nothing else but wicked, the good man is good, never changing for the worse because of misfortune, but ever the same? Is then the difference due to birth or bringing up? <milestone ed="p" n="600" unit="line"/> Good training doubtless gives lessons in good conduct, and if a man has mastered this, he knows what is shameful by the standard of the good. And these are random shafts from my mind, I know.</p>
-<p><stage>To Talthybius</stage> Go and proclaim to the Argives <milestone ed="p" n="605" unit="line"/> that they do not touch my daughter's body but keep the crowd away. For when a countless army is gathered, the mob knows no restraint, and the unruliness of sailors exceeds that of fire, all abstinence from crime being counted criminal.<stage>Talthybius goes out.</stage></p>
-<p><stage>Addressing a servant</stage> Now you, my aged handmaid, take a pitcher <milestone ed="p" n="610" unit="line"/> and dip it in the salt sea and bring it here, that I for the last time may wash my child, an unwed bride, a ravished virgin, and lay her out, as she deserves, ah! how can I? impossible! but as best I can; and what will that amount to? <milestone ed="p" n="615" unit="line"/> I will collect adornment from the captives, my companions in these tents, if perhaps any of them escaping her new master's eye has made some theft from her home.<stage>The servant departs.</stage></p>
-<p>O towering halls, O home so happy once, <milestone ed="p" n="620" unit="line"/> O Priam, rich in store of fairest wealth, most blessed of fathers, and I no less, the grey-haired mother of your race, how are we brought to nothing, stripped of our former pride! And in spite of all we vaunt ourselves, one on the riches of his house, <milestone ed="p" n="625" unit="line"/> another because he has an honored name among his fellow-citizens! But these things are nothing; in vain are all our thoughtful schemes, in vain our boastful words. He is happiest who meets no sorrow day by day.<stage>Hecuba enters the tent.</stage></p></sp></div1>
+<p><stage>To Talthybius</stage> Go and proclaim to the Argives <milestone ed="p" n="605" unit="line"/> that they do not touch my daughter's body but keep the crowd away. For when a countless army is gathered, the mob knows no restraint, and the unruliness of sailors exceeds that of fire, all abstinence from crime being counted criminal. <stage>Talthybius goes out.</stage></p>
+<p><stage>Addressing a servant</stage> Now you, my aged handmaid, take a pitcher <milestone ed="p" n="610" unit="line"/> and dip it in the salt sea and bring it here, that I for the last time may wash my child, an unwed bride, a ravished virgin, and lay her out, as she deserves, ah! how can I? impossible! but as best I can; and what will that amount to? <milestone ed="p" n="615" unit="line"/> I will collect adornment from the captives, my companions in these tents, if perhaps any of them escaping her new master's eye has made some theft from her home. <stage>The servant departs.</stage></p>
+<p>O towering halls, O home so happy once, <milestone ed="p" n="620" unit="line"/> O Priam, rich in store of fairest wealth, most blessed of fathers, and I no less, the grey-haired mother of your race, how are we brought to nothing, stripped of our former pride! And in spite of all we vaunt ourselves, one on the riches of his house, <milestone ed="p" n="625" unit="line"/> another because he has an honored name among his fellow-citizens! But these things are nothing; in vain are all our thoughtful schemes, in vain our boastful words. He is happiest who meets no sorrow day by day. <stage>Hecuba enters the tent.</stage></p></sp></div1>
 
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@@ -475,7 +475,7 @@ bring up to P3
 <p>It is to Hecuba I bring my bitter news; no easy task is it for mortal lips to speak smooth words in sorrow.</p></sp>
 <sp>
 <speaker>Chorus Leader</speaker>
-<p><milestone ed="p" n="665" unit="line"/> Look, she is coming even now from the shelter of the tent, appearing just in time to hear you speak.<stage>Hecuba comes out of the tent.</stage></p></sp>
+<p><milestone ed="p" n="665" unit="line"/> Look, she is coming even now from the shelter of the tent, appearing just in time to hear you speak. <stage>Hecuba comes out of the tent.</stage></p></sp>
 <sp>
 <speaker>Maid-servant</speaker>
 <p>O mistress, most hapless beyond all words of mine to tell; you are ruined, you no longer exist, though you are alive; of children, husband, city bereft; hopelessly undone!</p></sp>
@@ -490,7 +490,7 @@ bring up to P3
 <p>Ah! woe is me! you are surely not bringing here frenzied Cassandra, the prophetic maid?</p></sp>
 <sp>
 <speaker>Maid-servant</speaker>
-<p>You speak of the living; but the dead you do not weep is here.<stage>Uncovering the corpse</stage> Mark well the body now laid bare; <milestone ed="p" n="680" unit="line"/> is not this a sight to fill you with wonder, and upset your hopes?</p></sp></div1>
+<p>You speak of the living; but the dead you do not weep is here. <stage>Uncovering the corpse</stage> Mark well the body now laid bare; <milestone ed="p" n="680" unit="line"/> is not this a sight to fill you with wonder, and upset your hopes?</p></sp></div1>
 
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 <sp><speaker>Hecuba</speaker>
@@ -709,7 +709,7 @@ Oh! what man is this I see near the tents, some Trojan's corpse? It is not an <p
 <p>What? did not women slay the sons of <placeName key="tgn,7016833">Aegyptus</placeName>, and utterly clear <placeName key="tgn,7011173">Lemnos</placeName> of men? But let it be thus; put an end to our conference, and send this woman for me safely through the army. <milestone ed="p" n="890" unit="line"/> <stage>To a servant</stage> And you are to draw near my Thracian friend and say, &ldquo;Hecuba, once queen of <placeName key="tgn,7002329">Ilium</placeName>, summons you, on your own business no less than hers, your children too, for they also must hear what she has to say.&rdquo; <stage>The servant goes out.</stage> Defer awhile, Agamemnon, <milestone ed="p" n="895" unit="line"/> the burial of Polyxena lately slain, so that brother and sister may be laid on the same pyre and buried side by side, a double cause of sorrow to their mother.</p></sp>
 <sp>
 <speaker>Agamemnon</speaker>
-<p>So shall it be; yet if the army were able to sail, I could not have granted you this favor; <milestone ed="p" n="900" unit="line"/> but as it is, for the god sends forth no favoring breeze, the army must wait and look for a calm voyage. Good luck to you, for this is the interest alike of individual and state, that the wrong-doer be punished and the good man prosper.<stage>Agamemnon departs as Hecuba withdraws into the tent.</stage></p></sp></div1>
+<p>So shall it be; yet if the army were able to sail, I could not have granted you this favor; <milestone ed="p" n="900" unit="line"/> but as it is, for the god sends forth no favoring breeze, the army must wait and look for a calm voyage. Good luck to you, for this is the interest alike of individual and state, that the wrong-doer be punished and the good man prosper. <stage>Agamemnon departs as Hecuba withdraws into the tent.</stage></p></sp></div1>
 
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@@ -757,7 +757,7 @@ Oh! what man is this I see near the tents, some Trojan's corpse? It is not an <p
 <sp>
 <speaker>Polymestor</speaker>
 <stage>to his attendants</stage>
-<p>Retire; this desert spot is safe enough.<stage>The guards go out; to Hecuba</stage> You are my friend, and this Achaean army is well-disposed to me. But you must tell me how prosperity <milestone ed="p" n="985" unit="line"/> is to help its unlucky friends; for I am ready to do so.</p></sp></div1>
+<p>Retire; this desert spot is safe enough. <stage>The guards go out; to Hecuba</stage> You are my friend, and this Achaean army is well-disposed to me. But you must tell me how prosperity <milestone ed="p" n="985" unit="line"/> is to help its unlucky friends; for I am ready to do so.</p></sp></div1>
 
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 <sp>
@@ -852,7 +852,7 @@ Oh! what man is this I see near the tents, some Trojan's corpse? It is not an <p
 <p>It is safe to enter? are there no men about?</p></sp>
 <sp>
 <speaker>Hecuba</speaker>
-<p>There are no Achaeans within; we women are alone. Enter then the tent, for the Argives <milestone ed="p" n="1020" unit="line"/> are eager to set sail from <placeName key="perseus,Troy">Troy</placeName> for home; and, when you have accomplished all that you must do, you shall return with your children to the place where you have lodged my son.<stage>Hecuba leads Polymestor and his children into the tent.</stage></p></sp>
+<p>There are no Achaeans within; we women are alone. Enter then the tent, for the Argives <milestone ed="p" n="1020" unit="line"/> are eager to set sail from <placeName key="perseus,Troy">Troy</placeName> for home; and, when you have accomplished all that you must do, you shall return with your children to the place where you have lodged my son. <stage>Hecuba leads Polymestor and his children into the tent.</stage></p></sp>
 <sp>
 <speaker>Chorus</speaker>
 <p>Not yet have you paid the penalty, but perhaps you will.</p></sp></div1>