Kill me, for in Argos there awaits you a murderous bath. Agamemnon Ho! servants, drag away him from my sight! Polymestor Do my words pain you? Agamemnon Stop his mouth! Polymestor Close it now; for I have spoken. Agamemnon Make haste and cast him upon some desert island, since his mouth is full of such exceeding presumption. Go, unhappy Hecuba, and bury your two corpses; and you, Trojan women, must draw near your masters’ tents, for lo! I perceive a breeze just rising to waft us home. May we reach our country well and find all well at home, released from troubles here! Polymestor is dragged away by Agamemnon’s guards. Chorus Away to the harbour and the tents, my friends, to prove the toils of slavery! for such is fate’s relentless hest.