The name of my country wiII pass into obscurity; all is scattered far and wide, and hapless Troy has ceased to be. Hecuba Did you know, did you hear? Chorus Yes, it was the crash of the citadel. Hecuba The shock, the shock— Chorus Will overwhelm our city utterly. Hecuba O woe is me! trembling, quaking limbs, support my footsteps! away! to face the day that begins your slavery. Chorus Woe for our unhappy town! And yet let us advance to the Achaean fleet.