Ah me!AndromacheWhy do you in note of woe utter the dirge that is mine?HecubaAlas—AndromacheFor these sorrows—HecubaO Zeus—AndromacheAnd for this calamity.HecubaO my children!AndromacheOur day is past.

HecubaJoy is gone, Troy is gone.AndromacheUnhappy!HecubaFor my gallant sonsAndromacheAlas!HecubaAlas indeed, for myAndromacheMisery!HecubaPiteous the fateAndromacheOf our city,HecubaSmouldering in the smoke.

AndromacheCome to me, my husband, come to me!