but to keep that gold in your own house. In your trouble you make a case in your own interests. Perhaps among you it is a light thing to murder guests, but with us in Hellas it is a disgrace. How can I escape reproach if I judge you not guilty? I could not. No, since you endured your horrid crime, endure as well its painful consequence. Polymestor Woe is me! worsted by a woman and a slave, I am, it seems, to suffer by unworthy hands. Hecuba Is it not just for your atrocious crime? Polymestor Ah, my children! ah, my blinded eyes! woe is me! Hecuba You grieve; but what of me? Do you think I do not grieve for my son? Polymestor You wicked wretch! Is your delight in mocking me? Hecuba Yes, for I am avenged on you; have I not cause for delight? Polymestor It will soon cease, when ocean’s flood— Hecuba Shall convey me to the shores of Hellas ?