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THE TROJAN WOMEN
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Hecuba.
Priam, mine own Priam,
Lying so lowly,
Thou in thy nothingness,
Shelterless, comfortless,
See'st thou the thing I am?
Know'st thou my bitter stress?
Leader.
Nay, thou art naught to him!
Out of the strife there came,
Out of the noise and shame,
Making his eyelids dim,
Death, the Most Holy!
[The fire and smoke rise constantly higher.
Hecuba.
[Antistrophe.
O high houses of Gods, belovèd streets of my birth,
Ye have found the way of the sword, the fiery and blood-red river!
Leader.
Fall, and men shall forget you! Ye shall lie in the gentle earth.
Hecuba.
The dust as smoke riseth; it spreadeth wide its wing;
It maketh me as a shadow, and my City a vanished thing!
