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Polyxena enters from the tent.
Polyxena
Oh! mother, mother, why do you call so loud? what news is it you have proclaimed, scaring me, like a cowering bird, from my chamber by this alarm?
Oh! mother, mother, why do you call so loud? what news is it you have proclaimed, scaring me, like a cowering bird, from my chamber by this alarm?
Hecuba
Alas, my daughter!
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Alas, my daughter!
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Polyxena
Why this ominous address? it means sorrow for me.
Why this ominous address? it means sorrow for me.
Hecuba
Woe for your life!
Woe for your life!
Polyxena
Tell it, hide it no longer. Ah mother! how I dread, I dread
the import of your loud laments.
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Tell it, hide it no longer. Ah mother! how I dread, I dread
the import of your loud laments.
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Hecuba
Ah my daughter! a luckless mother’s child!
Ah my daughter! a luckless mother’s child!
Polyxena
Why do you tell me this?
Why do you tell me this?
Hecuba
The Argives with one consent are eager for your sacrifice to the son of Peleus
at his tomb.
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The Argives with one consent are eager for your sacrifice to the son of Peleus
at his tomb.
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Polyxena
Ah! my mother! how can you speak of such a dire mischance? Tell me all, mother, yes all!
Ah! my mother! how can you speak of such a dire mischance? Tell me all, mother, yes all!
Hecuba
It is an ill-boding rumor I tell, my child;
they bring me word that sentence is passed upon your life by the Argives’ vote.
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It is an ill-boding rumor I tell, my child;
they bring me word that sentence is passed upon your life by the Argives’ vote.
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Hecuba. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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