Троя: Одиссей и Ахиллес

Your reputation for hospitality is fast becoming legend.

jʊr ˌrɛpjəˈteɪʃən fər ˌhɑspəˈtæləti ɪz fæst bɪˈkəmɪŋ ˈlɛʤənd.

Patroclus, my cousin. Odysseus, king of Ithaca.

patroclus, maɪ ˈkəzən. oʊˈdɪsiəs, kɪŋ əv ˈɪθəkə.

Patroclus. I knew your parents well. I miss them. Now you have this one watching over you, eh?

patroclus. aɪ nu jʊr ˈpɛrənts wɛl. aɪ mɪs ðɛm. naʊ ju hæv ðɪs wən ˈwɑʧɪŋ ˈoʊvər ju, ɛ?

Learning from Achilles himself. Kings would kill for the honor.

ˈlərnɪŋ frəm əˈkɪliz hɪmˈsɛlf. kɪŋz wʊd kɪl fər ðə ˈɑnər.

Are you here at Agamemnon's bidding?

ər ju hir æt ˌægəˈmɛmˌnɑnz ˈbɪdɪŋ?

We need to talk.

wi nid tɪ tɔk.

I will not fight for him.

aɪ wɪl nɑt faɪt fər ɪm.

I'm not asking you to fight for him. I'm asking you to fight for Greece.

əm nɑt ˈæskɪŋ ju tɪ faɪt fər ɪm. əm ˈæskɪŋ ju tɪ faɪt fər gris.

Why? Have the Greeks tired of fighting each other?

waɪ? hæv ðə griks taɪərd əv ˈfaɪtɪŋ iʧ ˈəðər?

For now.

fər naʊ.

The Trojans never harmed me.

ðə ˈtroʊʤənz ˈnɛvər hɑrmd mi.

They insulted Greece.

ðeɪ ˌɪnˈsəltɪd gris.

They insulted one Greek. A man couldn't hold on to his wife. Is that my business?

ðeɪ ˌɪnˈsəltɪd wən grik. ə mæn ˈkʊdənt hoʊld ɔn tɪ hɪz waɪf. ɪz ðət maɪ ˈbɪznɪs?

Your business is war, my friend.

jʊr ˈbɪznɪs ɪz wɔr, maɪ frɛnd.

Is it? Am I the whore of the battlefield. The man has no honor. I won't be remembered as a tyrant's mercenary.

ɪz ɪt? æm aɪ ðə hɔr əv ðə ˈbætəlˌfild. ðə mæn həz noʊ ˈɑnər. aɪ woʊnt bi rɪˈmɛmbərd ɛz ə tyrant's ˈmərsəˌnɛri.

Let Achilles fight for honor. Let Agamemnon fight for power. And let the gods decide which man to glorify.

lɛt əˈkɪliz faɪt fər ˈɑnər. lɛt ˌægəˈmɛmˌnɑn faɪt fər paʊər. ənd lɛt ðə gɑdz ˌdɪˈsaɪd wɪʧ mæn tɪ ˈglɔrəˌfaɪ.

We're sending the largest fleet that ever sailed. A thousand ships.

wɪr ˈsɛndɪŋ ðə ˈlɑrʤəst flit ðət ˈɛvər seɪld. ə ˈθaʊzənd ʃɪps.

A thousand ships. Prince Hector, is he as good a warrior as they say?

ə ˈθaʊzənd ʃɪps. prɪns ˈhɛktər, ɪz hi ɛz gʊd ə ˈwɔrjər ɛz ðeɪ seɪ?

The best of all the Trojans. Some say he's better than all the Greeks too. Even if your cousin doesn't come,

ðə bɛst əv ɔl ðə ˈtroʊʤənz. səm seɪ hiz ˈbɛtər ðən ɔl ðə griks tu. ˈivɪn ɪf jʊr ˈkəzən ˈdəzənt kəm,

I hope you'll join us. We could use a strong arm like yours.

aɪ hoʊp jul ʤɔɪn ˈjuˈɛs. wi kʊd juz ə strɔŋ ɑrm laɪk jʊrz.

Play your tricks on me, but not my cousin.

pleɪ jʊr trɪks ɔn mi, bət nɑt maɪ ˈkəzən.

You have your swords. I have my tricks. We play with the toys the gods give us. We sail for Troy in three days.

ju hæv jʊr sɔrdz. aɪ hæv maɪ trɪks. wi pleɪ wɪθ ðə tɔɪz ðə gɑdz gɪv ˈjuˈɛs. wi seɪl fər trɔɪ ɪn θri deɪz.

This war will never be forgotten. Nor will the heroes who fight in it.

ðɪs wɔr wɪl ˈnɛvər bi fərˈgɑtən. nɔr wɪl ðə ˈhɪroʊz hu faɪt ɪn ɪt.

They say the King of Ithaca has a silver tongue.

ðeɪ seɪ ðə kɪŋ əv ˈɪθəkə həz ə ˈsɪlvər təŋ.

I knew they would come for you. Long before you were born, I knew they would come. They want you to fight in Troy.

aɪ nu ðeɪ wʊd kəm fər ju. lɔŋ ˌbiˈfɔr ju wər bɔrn, aɪ nu ðeɪ wʊd kəm. ðeɪ wɔnt ju tɪ faɪt ɪn trɔɪ.

I'm making you another seashell necklace, like the ones I used to make you when you were a boy. Remember?

əm ˈmeɪkɪŋ ju əˈnəðər ˈsiˌʃɛl ˈnɛkləs, laɪk ðə wənz aɪ juzd tɪ meɪk ju wɪn ju wər ə bɔɪ. rɪˈmɛmbər?

Mother, tonight I decide.

ˈməðər, təˈnaɪt aɪ ˌdɪˈsaɪd.

If you stay in Larisa, you will find peace. You will find a wonderful woman. You will have sons and daughters, and they will have children. And they will love you.

ɪf ju steɪ ɪn larisa, ju wɪl faɪnd pis. ju wɪl faɪnd ə ˈwəndərfəl ˈwʊmən. ju wɪl hæv sənz ənd ˈdɔtərz, ənd ðeɪ wɪl hæv ˈʧɪldrən. ənd ðeɪ wɪl ləv ju.

When you are gone, they will remember you. But when your children are dead and their children after them, your name will be lost.

wɪn ju ər gɔn, ðeɪ wɪl rɪˈmɛmbər ju. bət wɪn jʊr ˈʧɪldrən ər dɛd ənd ðɛr ˈʧɪldrən ˈæftər ðɛm, jʊr neɪm wɪl bi lɔst.

If you go to Troy, glory will be yours. They will write stories about your victories for thousands of years. The world will remember your name.

ɪf ju goʊ tɪ trɔɪ, ˈglɔri wɪl bi jʊrz. ðeɪ wɪl raɪt ˈstɔriz əˈbaʊt jʊr ˈvɪktəriz fər ˈθaʊzənz əv jɪrz. ðə wərld wɪl rɪˈmɛmbər jʊr neɪm.

But if you go to Troy, you will never come home. For your glory walks hand in hand with your doom. And I shall never see you again.

bət ɪf ju goʊ tɪ trɔɪ, ju wɪl ˈnɛvər kəm hoʊm. fər jʊr ˈglɔri wɔks hænd ɪn hænd wɪθ jʊr dum. ənd aɪ ʃæl ˈnɛvər si ju əˈgɛn.