Hecuba (220-243)

It is the Achaeans’ will to sacrifice your daughter Polyxena at the mound heaped over Achilles’ grave; and they appoint me to take the maid and bring her there, while the son of Achilles is chosen to preside over the sacrifice and act as priest.

Do you know then what to do? Do not be forcibly torn from her, nor match your might against mine; recognize the limits of your strength, and the presence of your troubles. Even in adversity it is wise to yield to reason’s dictates.

Alas! a dreadful trial is near, it seems,

full of mourning, rich in tears. Yes, I too escaped death where death had been my due, and Zeus did not destroy me but is still preserving my life, that I may witness in my misery fresh sorrows surpassing all before. But if the bond may ask the free

of things that do not grieve them or wrench their heart-strings, you ought to speak in answer to my questions and I ought to hear what you have to say.

Granted; put your questions; I do not grudge you that delay.

Do you know when you came to spy on Ilium,

disguised in rags and tatters, while down your cheek ran drops of blood?

I do; for it was no slight impression it made upon my heart.

Did Helen recognize you and tell me only?