Cast up on the smooth sand, or thrown there after the murderous blow?Maid-servantThe waves had washed him ashore.

HecubachantingAlas! 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.Chorus LeaderWho slew him then? Can your dream-lore tell us that?HecubachantingIt was my own familiar friend, the knight of Thrace, with whom his aged father had placed the boy in hiding.Chorus LeaderO horror! what will you say? did he slay him to get the gold?HecubachantingO 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