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THE DAUGHTERS OF TROY.
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Talthybius.

Hapless, distraught art thou of thine afflictions!
Hence hale her—spare not. To Odysseus' hand 1285
Her must ye give, and lead to him his prize.


Hecuba.

(Str. 1)
Woe is me! ah for the woes that be mine!
Kronion, O Phrygian Lord, our begetter, our father,
Dost thou see how calamity's tempests around us gather,
Unmerited doom of Dardanus' line? 1290


Chorus.

He hath seen: yet is Troy, the stately city,
A city no more, destroyed without pity.


Hecuba.

(Ant. 1)
Woe is me, woe, and a threefold woe!
Ilios is blazing, the ramparts of Pergamus crashing
Down, with the homes of our city, mid flames far-flashing
Over their ruins, a furnace-glow!
With its wide-winged blackness the heaven's face covering,
O'er our spear-stricken land is the smoke-cloud hovering. 1300
(Mesode.)
In madness of ruin-rush earthward they reel,
Our halls, 'neath the fire and the foemen's steel.


Hecuba.

(Str. 2)
Hear, children, O hearken your mother's crying!

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