but to keep that gold in your own house. In your trouble you make a case in your own interests. Perhaps among you it is a light thing to murder guests, but with us in Hellas it is a disgrace. How can I escape reproach if I judge you not guilty?I could not. No, since you endured your horrid crime, endure as well its painful consequence.PolymestorWoe is me! worsted by a woman and a slave, I am, it seems, to suffer by unworthy hands.HecubaIs it not just for your atrocious crime?PolymestorAh, my children! ah, my blinded eyes! woe is me!HecubaYou grieve; but what of me? Do you think I do not grieve for my son?PolymestorYou wicked wretch! Is your delight in mocking me?HecubaYes, for I am avenged on you; have I not cause for delight?PolymestorIt will soon cease, when ocean’s flood—HecubaShall convey me to the shores of Hellas?