Stasimon 3
[Episode]
O my son, child of a luckless mother,
Hecuba
what was the manner of your death? by what fate do you lie here? by whose hands?
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Maid-servant
I do not know. I found him on the sea-shore.
Hecuba
Cast up on the smooth sand, or thrown there
after the murderous blow?
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Maid-servant
The waves had washed him ashore.
Hecuba
Alas! alas! I now know the vision I saw in my sleep; the dusky-winged phantom
did not escape me, the vision I saw of you, my son, now no more within the bright sunshine.
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Chorus Leader
Who slew him then? Can your dream-lore tell us that?
Hecuba
It was my own familiar friend, the knight of Thrace, with whom his aged father had placed the boy in hiding.
710
Chorus Leader
O horror! what will you say? did he slay him to get the gold?
Hecuba
O dreadful crime! O deed without a name! beyond wonder!
impious! intolerable! Where are the laws between guest and host? Accursed of men! how have you mangled his flesh, slashing the poor child’s limbs
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with ruthless sword, lost to all sense of pity!
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Chorus Leader
Alas for you! how some deity, whose hand is heavy on you, has sent you troubles beyond all other mortals! But I see our lord and master
Agamemnon; so let us be still from now on, my friends.
725
Agamemnon
Hecuba, why are you delaying to come and bury your daughter? for it was for this that Talthybius brought me your message begging that no one of the Argives should touch your child. And so we granted this, and are not touching her,
but this delay of yours fills me with wonder. And so I have come to send you from here; for our part there is well performed—if here there is any place for well.
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He sees the body. Oh! what man is this I see near the tents, some Trojan’s corpse? It is not an Argive’s body;
that the garments it is clad in tell me.
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