Chorus
And I was braiding my tresses beneath a tight-drawn head-band
before my golden mirror’s countless rays, so that I might lie down to rest; when through the city rose a din, and a cry went ringing down the streets of
Troy
:
You
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Hecuba. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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