This darkly humorous song is sung and danced by the Chorus after Menelaus has tricked Andromache into becoming his captive by threatening the life of her child. The Chorus of Greek women of Phthia gives some serious advice: don’t put two women in the same bed; it’s just the road to trouble.

LYRICS: One is better than two… one is better than two…. one is better than two… ONE one one one one one one one. Never, never will I praise: twin beds, twin wives, twin mothers fighting over sons; let my husband be content with ONE. Never, never will we praise: twin rulers, twin kings in a city, twin factions fighting over cities; let the cities be content with ONE. And when two poets birth a song, the Muses love to start a fight: One poet, one song, let’s all be content with ONE. When swift winds blow sailors off course what they don’t need is: twin leaders, twin rudders, twin captains fighting over courses; all the crew is calling out for ONE. Never, never will I praise: twin beds, twin wives, twin mothers fighting over sons; let my husband be content with ONE.