I weep for you now left behind.HecubaNow do you behold your piteous end.AndromacheAnd you, my house, where I gave birth.HecubaO my children! bereft of her city as your mother is, she now is losing you. Oh, what mourning and what sorrow! . . . oh, what endless streams of tears in our houses! The dead alone forget their griefs ~~and never shed a tear~~.Chorus LeaderWhat sweet relief to sufferers it is to weep, to mourn, lament, and chant the dirge that tells of grief!AndromacheDo you see this, mother of that man, Hector, who once laid low in battle many a son of Argos?HecubaI see that it is heaven’s way to exalt what men accounted nothing, and ruin what they most esteemed.