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EURIPIDES.

O hapless wife, with the arms at thy side
Of Hector, and Phrygian battle-gear,
The spoil of the spear.
Wherewith that son of Achilles shall deck
The shrines of Phthia from Phrygia's wreck?


Andromache.

(Str. 2)
Achaians our masters to bondage are haling me.


Hecuba.

Woe!


Andromache.

Why dost thou chant my paean of misery?


Hecuba.

Alas!—


Andromache.

For our burden of woe,—


Hecuba.

O Zeus!—


Andromache.

For the anguish we know! 580


Hecuba.

Ah children!


Andromache.

No more are we!


Hecuba.

(Ant. 2)
Gone is the olden prosperity, Troy is no more!

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