Andromache
My Achaean masters are leading me away.
Hecuba
Ah me!
Andromache
Why do you in note of woe utter the dirge that is mine?
Hecuba
Alas—
Andromache
For these sorrows—
Hecuba
O Zeus—
580
Andromache
And for this calamity.
Hecuba
O my children!
Andromache
Our day is past.
The Trojan Women. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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