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THE DAUGHTERS OF TROY.
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To hunt the hated, the Spartan wife, 130
Kastor's defaming,
Eurotas' shaming,
A Fury claiming King Priam's life!
Though sons he cherished
Fifty, he perished,
His murderess she: and the misery-rife,
Even me, hath she wrecked on the rocks of strife.
(Ant. 2)
Woe for my session
Mid foes' oppression!
Woe, slave-procession! Woe, grey shorn head! 140
Come, wife grief-laden,
Come bride, come maiden,
O hearts once stayed on the brave hearts dead!
Wail we our yearning
O'er Ilium burning!—
As o'er nestlings turning to her sheltering wing
The mother screameth,
My song-flood streameth—
Not such, meseemeth, as wont to ring
When I beat time, raising 150
The Gods' sweet praising,
And watched Troy's dances around me swing
As I leaned on the sceptre of Priam my king.

Enter from the tents Half-Chorus of captive Trojan women.


Half-Chorus 1.

(Str. 3)
Why call'st thou, Hecuba?—why dost thou cry?
What mean thy words? The tents were filled

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