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There shall I lie in Hades, far from thee.

Ah me, what shall I do?—where end my life?

To die a slave, whose father was free-born!

In fifty sons nor part nor lot have I!

What shall I tell to Hector and thy lord?

Report me of all women wretchedest.

O bosom, breasts that sweetly nurtured me!

Woe is thee, daughter, for thy fate untimely!

Mother, farewell: Kassandra, fare thee well.

Others fare well—not for thy mother this.

Mid Thracians lives my brother Polydorus.