It is a matter you little know of, king.Do you see this corpse, for whom my tears now flow?AgamemnonI do; but what is to follow, I cannot guess.HecubaHe was once my child; I bore him in my womb.AgamemnonWhich of your sons is he, poor sufferer?HecubaNot one of Priam’s race who fell beneath Ilium’s walls.AgamemnonDid you indeed have another son besides those, lady?HecubaYes, the one you see here, of whom it seems I have small gain.AgamemnonWhere then was he, when his city was being destroyed?HecubaHis father, fearful of his death, conveyed him out of Troy.AgamemnonWhere did he place him apart from the sons he then had?HecubaIn this very land, where his corpse was found.AgamemnonWith Polymestor, the king of this country?HecubaHe was sent here in charge of gold, most bitter trust!AgamemnonBy whom was he slain? What death overtook him?HecubaBy whom but this man? His Thracian host slew him.AgamemnonThe wretch! could he have been so eager for the gold?HecubaJust so, when he heard of the Phrygians’ disaster.AgamemnonWhere did you find him? or did some one bring his corpse?HecubaThis woman, who happened upon it on the sea-shore.