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. Soon will you tumble to your own loved soil, and be forgotten.
Hecuba
  1. And the dust, mounting to heaven on wings like smoke, will rob me of the sight of my home.
Chorus
  1. The name of my country wiII pass into obscurity; all is scattered far and wide, and hapless Troy has ceased to be.
Hecuba
  1. Did you know, did you hear?
Chorus
  1. Yes, it was the crash of the citadel.
Hecuba
  1. The shock, the shock—
Chorus
  1. Will overwhelm our city utterly.
Hecuba
  1. O woe is me! trembling, quaking limbs, support my footsteps! away! to face