Ah me, what shall I do? where shall I end my life? Polyxena Daughter of a free-born father, a slave I am to die. Hecuba Not one of all my fifty children left! Polyxena What message can I take for you to Hector or your aged lord? Hecuba Tell them that of all women I am the most miserable. Polyxena Ah! breasts and paps that fed me with sweet food! Hecuba Oh, my daughter—your wretched, untimely fate! Polyxena Farewell, my mother! farewell, Cassandra! Hecuba Fare well! others do, but not your mother, no! Polyxena You too, my brother Polydorus, in Thrace , the home of steeds!