Stasimon 4
[Episode]
Do my words pain you?
Agamemnon
Stop his mouth!
Polymestor
Close it now; for I have spoken.
and cast him upon some desert island, since his mouth is full of such exceeding presumption. Go, unhappy Hecuba, and bury your two corpses; and you, Trojan women, must draw near your masters’ tents, for lo! I perceive a breeze
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just rising to waft us home. May we reach our country well and find all well at home, released from troubles here! Polymestor is dragged away by Agamemnon’s guards.
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Chorus
Away to the harbour and the tents, my friends, to prove the toils of
slavery! for such is fate’s relentless hest.
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