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EURIPIDES.

Of countless triumphs, Hector's shield beloved,
Receive thy wreath: thou with the dead shalt die
Undying, worthy of honour, far beyond
The arms Odysseus, crafty villain, won. 1225


Chorus.

Alas for thee!
O child, our sorrow, the earth shall now
Receive thee to rest!—wail, mother, thou!


Hecuba.

O misery!


Chorus.

Wail the keen for the dead!


Hecuba.

Ah me, ah me! 1230


Chorus.

Ah griefs whose remembrance shall ne'er be fled!


Hecuba.

Some of thy wounds with linen bands I bind,
A sorry leech, in name but not in deed;
Some shall thy father tend amongst the dead.


Chorus.

Smite thou, O smite with thine hand! 1235
Rain blows of thine hand on thine head—alas!


Hecuba.

O daughters beloved of my land—

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