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Ay, gag: my say is said.

Make speed, make speed,

And on some desert island cast him forth,

Seeing his bold mouth's insolence passeth thus.

Hecuba, hapless, fare thou on, entomb

Thy corpses twain. Draw near, ye dames of Troy,

To your lords' tents, for I discern a breeze

Upspringing, home to waft us, even now.

Fair voyage be ours to Hellas, fair the plight

Wherein, from these toils freed, we find our homes.

To the tents, O friends, to the haven fare;

The yoke of thraldom our necks must bear.

Fate knows not pity, fate will not spare.

[Exeunt omnes.