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O horror unspeakable, nameless, beyond all wonder!—

Impious, unbearable!—Where are they, friendship and truth?

O accursèd of men, lo, how hast thou carved asunder

His flesh!—how thy knife, when my child's limbs quivered thereunder,

Hath slashed him and mangled, and thou wast unmelted of ruth!

O hapless, how a God, whose hand on thee

Is heavy, above all mortals heaps thee pain!

But lo, I see our master towering nigh,

Agamemnon: friends, henceforth hold we our peace.

Enter Agamemnon.

Why stay'st thou, Hecuba, thy child to entomb

According to Talthybius' word to me

That of the Argives none should touch thy daughter?

Wherefore we let her be, and touch her not.

Yet loiterest thou, that wonder stirreth me.

I come to speed thee hence; for all things there

Are well wrought—if herein may aught be well.

Ha, who is this that by the tents I see?

What Trojan dead?—No Argive this, the robes

That shroud the body make report to me.

Hapless!—myself I name in naming thee—