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Euripides [595-607 ]
ANDROMACHE (her hands upon her heart)
strophe 3
O here is the deep of desire,
HECUBA
(How? And is this not woe? )
ANDROMACHE
For a city burned with fire;
HECUBA
(It beateth, blow on blow.)
ANDROMACHE
God's wrath for Paris, thy son, that he died not long ago:
Who sold for his evil love
Troy and the towers thereof:
Therefore the dead men lie
Naked, beneath the eye
Of Pallas, and vultures croak
And flap for joy:
So Love hath laid his yoke
On the neck of Troy!
HECUBA
O mine own land, my home,
ANDROMACHE
(I weep for thee, left forlorn,)
HECUBA
See'st thou what end is come?
antistrophe 3
ANDROMACHE
(And the house where my babes were born.)
HECUBA
A desolate Mother we leave, O children, a City of scorn:
Even as the sound of a song 8
Left by the way, but long
Remembered, a tune of tears
Falling where no man hears,
In the old house, as rain,
For things loved of yore: