The Trojan Women

Euripides

Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Translated into English Prose from the Text of Paley. Vol. I. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1906.

  1. The sorrow, the sorrow of that cry!
Hecuba
  1. To dwell beneath a master’s roof!
Chorus
  1. From my own country!
Hecuba
  1. Woe is me! O Priam, Priam, slain, unburied, left without a friend, nothing do you know of my cruel fate.
Chorus
  1. No, for over his eyes black death has drawn his pall, a pure man slain by the impure.
Hecuba
  1. Woe for the temples of the gods and for our dear city!
Chorus
  1. Ah, ah!
Hecuba
  1. Murderous flame and enemy spear are now your lot.