Chorus
It was in the middle of the night my ruin came,
in the hour when sleep steals sweetly over the eyes after the feast is done. After the music and dancing, my husband had brought the sacrifice to an end and was lying in our bridal-chamber,
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his spear hung on a peg; with never a thought of the sailor-throng encamped upon the Trojan shores.
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Hecuba. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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