Chorus.
Hast vanquished?—overcome thy Thracian guest,
Lady?—hast done the deed thou threatenedst?
Hecuba.
Him shalt thou straightway see before the tents,
Blind, pacing with blind aimless-stumbling feet,1050
And his two children's corpses, whom I slew
With Trojan heroines' help: now hath he paid me
The vengeance-dues. There comes he forth, thou seest.
I from his path will step; the seething rage
Of yonder Thracian monster will I shun.1055
Enter Polymestor.
Polymestor.
Ah me, whitherward shall I go?—where stand?
Where find me a mooring-place?
Must I prowl on their track with foot and with hand
As a mountain-beast should pace?
Or to this side or that shall I turn me, for vengeance pursuing1060
The slaughterous hags of Troy which have wrought mine undoing?
Foul daughters of Phrygia, murderesses
Accursèd, in what deep-hidden recesses
Are ye cowering in flight?
O couldst thou but heal these eye-pits gory—
O couldst thou but heal the blind, and restore me,
O Sun, thy light!
Hist—hist—their stealthy footfalls creep—
I hear them—whither shall this foot leap,1070
That their flesh and their bones I may gorge, and may slake me
