It shall mock thee, thy wayfaring's hope; to the Unseen Land,
To the place of the dead hath it drawn thee, O wretch undone!
By the hand not of warriors, thou hero, shalt thou be slain.
Polymestor (within).
Ah, I am blinded of mine eyes' light—wretch!1035
Chorus.
Heard ye the yell of yonder Thracian, friends?
Polymestor (within).
Ah me, my children!—ah the awful murder!
Chorus.
Friends, strange grim work is wrought in yonder tent.
Polymestor (within).
Surely by swift feet shall ye not escape!
My blows shall rive this dwelling's inmost parts!1040
Chorus.
Lo, crasheth there swift bolt of giant hand.
Shall we burst in?—the peril summoneth us
To help of Hecuba and the Trojan dames.
Enter Hecuba.
Hecuba.
Smite on—spare not—ay, batter down the doors!
Ne'er shalt thou set bright vision in thine orbs,1045
Nor living see thy sons whom I have slain.
