It seems the only things that heaven concerns itself about are
my troubles and Troy
hateful in their eyes above all other cities.
In vain did we sacrifice to them. Had not the god caught us in his
grip and plunged us
headlong 'neath the earth, we should have been
unheard of, nor ever sung in Muses' songs, furnishing to bards of
after-days a subject for their minstrelsy. Go, bury now in his poor
tomb the dead, wreathed all duly as befits a
corpse. And yet I deem it
makes but little difference to the dead, although they get a
gorgeous
funeral; for this is but a cause of idle pride to the living.
The
corpse is carried off to burial
CHORUS
Alas! for thy
unhappy mother, who o'er thy
corpse hath closed
the high hopes of her life! Born of a noble stock, counted most
happy in thy lot, ah! what a
tragic death is thine! Ha! who are
those I see on yonder pinnacles darting to and fro with flaming
torches in their hands? Some new
calamity will soon on Troy alight.
Enter TALTHYBIUS above. Soldiers are seen
on the battlements of Troy, torch in hand.
TALTHYBIUS
Ye captains, whose allotted task it is to fire this town of Priam,
to you I speak. No longer keep the firebrand idle in your hands, but
launch the flame, that when we have destroyed the city of Ilium we may
set forth in
gladness on our
homewardvoyage from Troy. And you, ye
sons of Troy-to let my orders take at once a double form-start for the
Achaean ships for your
departure hence, soon as ever the leaders of
the host blow loud and clear upon the
trumpet. And thou,
unhappygrey haired dame, follow; for yonder come servants from Odysseus to
fetch thee, for to him thou art assigned by lot to be a slave far from
thy country.
HECUBA
Ah, woe is me! This surely is the last, the
utmost limit this,
of all my sorrows; forth from my land I go; my city is ablaze with
flame. Yet, thou aged foot, make one
painful struggle to hasten,
that I may say a
farewell to this
wretched town. O Troy, that erst
hadst such a grand
careeramongstbarbarian towns, soon wilt thou be
reft of that splendid name. Lo! they are burning thee, and leading
us e'en now from our land to
slavery. Great gods! Yet why call on
the gods? They did not
hearken e'en aforetime to our call. Come, let
us rush into the flames, for to die with my country in its blazing
ruin were a noble death for me.
TALTHYBIUS
Thy sorrows drive thee
frantic, poor lady. Go, lead her hence,
make no delay, for ye must deliver her into the hand of Odysseus,
conveying to him his prize.
HECUBA
O son of Cronos,
prince of Phrygia, father of our race, dost
thou behold our sufferings now,
unworthy of the stock of Dardanus?
CHORUS
He sees them, but our
mighty city is a city no more, and Troy's
day is done.
HECUBA
Woe!
thrice woe upon me! Ilium is ablaze; the homes of Pergamos
and its
towering walls are now one sheet of flame.
CHORUS
As the smoke soars on wings to heaven, so sinks our city to the
'ground before the spear. With
furious haste both fire and foeman's
spear
devour each house.
HECUBA
Hearken, my children, hear your mother's voice.
CHORUS
Thou art
calling on the dead with voice of lamentation.
HECUBA
Yea, as I stretch my aged limbs upon the ground, and beat upon the
earth with both my hands.
CHORUS
I follow thee and kneel, invoking from the
nether world my
haplesshusband.
HECUBA
I am being dragged and
hurried away.
CHORUS
O the sorrow of that cry!