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Hecuba
Woe! oh woe! Son of Cronos, prince of
Phrygia
, father of our race,
do you behold our sufferings now, unworthy of the stock of Dardanus?
1290
Woe! oh woe! Son of Cronos, prince of
Phrygia
, father of our race,
do you behold our sufferings now, unworthy of the stock of Dardanus?
1290
Chorus
He sees them, but our mighty city is a city no more, and
Troy
’s day is done.
He sees them, but our mighty city is a city no more, and
Troy
’s day is done.
Hecuba
Woe! oh woe!
Woe! oh woe!
Chorus
As the smoke soars on wings to heaven, so sinks our city to the ground before the spear.
With furious haste both fire and enemy spear devour each house.
1300
As the smoke soars on wings to heaven, so sinks our city to the ground before the spear.
With furious haste both fire and enemy spear devour each house.
1300
The Trojan Women. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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