Hecuba
O my country, O unhappy land—
Andromache
I weep for you now left behind.
Hecuba
Now do you behold your piteous end.
Andromache
And you, my house, where I gave birth.
Hecuba
O my children! bereft of her city as your mother is, she now is losing you. Oh, what mourning and what sorrow! . . .
oh, what endless streams of tears in our houses! The dead alone forget their griefs
and never shed a tear.
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The Trojan Women. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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