HEC. I see incredible evils, still fresh, still fresh: and my immeasurable woes follow one upon the other. No longer will a day without a tear, without a groan, have part with me. CHOR. Dreadful, oh! dreadful are the miseries that we endure! HEC. O child, child of a wretched mother, by what fate art thou dead, by what hap liest thou here? by the hand of what man? ATT. I know not: on the wave-washed shore I found him. HEC. Cast up from the sea, or fallen by the blood-stained spear? (Note [C].) ATT. The ocean's billow cast him up from the deep on the smooth sand. HEC. Woe is me! Now understand I the dream, the vision of mine eyes; the black-winged phantom has not flitted by me in vain, which I saw concerning thee, my child, as being no longer in the light of day. CHOR. But who slew him? canst thou, O skilled in dreams, declare him? HEC. My friend, my friend, who curbs the steed in Thrace, where his aged father placed him for concealment. CHOR. Ah me! what wilt thou say? Was it to possess his gold that he slew him! HEC. Unutterable deeds, unworthy of a name, surpassing miracles, unhallowed, insufferable! Where are the laws of hospitality? O most accurst of men, how didst thou mar that skin, how sever with the cruel sword the poor limbs of this boy, nor didst feel pity? CHOR. O hapless woman, how has the deity made thee by far the most wretched of mortals, whoever he be that presses heavy on thee! But, my friends, let us henceforward be silent, for I see our lord Agamemnon advancing. AGAMEMNON, CHORUS, HECUBA. AGA. Why, Hecuba, delayest thou to come, and bury thy girl in her tomb, agreeably to what Talthybius told me, that no one of the Argives should be suffered to touch thy daughter. For our part we leave her alone, and touch her not; but thou art slow, whereat I am astonished. I am come therefore to fetch thee, for every thing there has been well and duly performed, if aught of well there be in this. Ah! what corse is this I see before the tent? some Trojan's too? for that it is no Grecian's, the robes that vest his limbs inform me. HEC. (_aside_) Thou ill-starr'd wretch! myself I mean, when I say "thou." O Hecuba, what shall I do? Shall I fall at the knees of Agamemnon here, or bear my ills in silence? AGA. Why dost lament turning thy back upon me, and sayest not what has happened? Who is this? HEC. (_aside_) But should he, thinking me a slave, an enemy, spurn me from his knees, I should be adding to my present sufferings. AGA. No prophet I, so as to trace, unless by hearing, the path of thy counsels. HEC. (_aside_) Am I not rather then putting an evil construction on this man's thoughts, whereas he has no evil intention toward me? AGA. If thou art willing that I should nothing of this affair, thou art of a mind with me, for neither do I wish to hear.