Dead; and to your tomb shall be given a name—; Hecuba Recalling my form, or what will you tell me? Polymestor The hapless hound’s grave, a mark for mariners. Hecuba It is nothing to me, now that you have paid me the penalty. Polymestor Further, your daughter Cassandra must die. Hecuba I scorn the prophecy! I give it to you to keep for yourself. Polymestor The wife of Agamemnon, grim keeper of his palace, shall slay her. Hecuba Never may the daughter of Tyndareus do such a frantic deed! Polymestor And she shall slay this man as well, lifting high the axe. Agamemnon You creature, are you mad? are you so eager to find sorrow?