Come, bring forth, from such store as you have, adornment for the hapless dead, for fortune gives no chance now for lovely offerings; yet of such as I possess, you shall receive these gifts. He is a foolish mortal who thinks his luck secure and so rejoices; for fortune, like a madman in her moods, springs towards this man, then towards that; and no one ever experiences the same unchanging luck.Chorus LeaderLook! all is ready and they are bringing at your bidding from the spoils of Troy adornment to put upon the dead.HecubaAh! my child, it is not as victor over your comrades with horse or bow—customs Troy esteems, without pursuing them to excess—that Hector’s mother decks you now with ornaments from the store that once was yours, though now Helen, whom the gods abhor, has bereft you of your own, yes, and robbed you of your life and caused your house to perish root and branch.

ChorusWoe! thrice woe! my heart is touched, and you the cause, my mighty prince in days now passed!HecubaAbout your body now I swathe this Phrygian robe of honor, which should have clad you on your marriage-day,